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This is where my thoughts pool as a reservoir of miscellany and peculiarity. It's actually not my brain that's dripping -- it's my soul that's leaking. It's really no big deal.
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Who gave Mr. Zagajewski license to speak thus--so that when one hears him pronounce the word, "nasturtium" -- even for a second time, one is forced to take hold of something solid nearby, to avoid swooning onto the floor?!!
ReplyDeleteThat--and listening to him recite in Polish--
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