On Tue, 18 Dec 2007 11:20:34 +0100, "Gazwad"
who stuffs his face with cheetos all day and then wonders why his dick
is orange wrote such nonsense that it won't even be repeated wrote:
>I'm sorry all for being a total moron. I will go to church and cut out my sarcastis, evil ways.
>For my own part, I have never had a thought which I could not set down
>in words with even more distinctness than that with which I conceived
>it. There is, however, a class of fancies of exquisite delicacy which
>are not thoughts, and to which as yet I have found it absolutely
>impossible to adapt to language. These fancies arise in the soul, alas
>how rarely. Only at epochs of most intense tranquillity, when the
>bodily and mental health are in perfection. And at those weird points
>of time, where the confines of the waking world blend with the world of
>dreams. And so I captured this fancy, where all that we see, or seem,
>is but a dream within a dream.
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