. . . finds a few too many boys named Sue.
Do we need any other excuse? Take it away, Johnny!
[Credit where due: although the song is permanently associated with the Man in Black, it was written by the great Shel Silverstein.]

L'homme y passe à travers des
forêts de symboles
Qui l'observent avec des regards
familiers.
Les Fleurs du Mal,
“Correspondances”
[T]here is almost no subject-matter, and what little one can disentangle is foolish....
One would call the style verbose, except that by definition verbosity is the use of words in excess of the occasion, and there seems to be no occasion.
Yvor Winters,
Forms of Discovery, Ch. 7
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I don't hafta go to Jackson to find cool; the Fool knows cooo-ool.
Where else but the Fool can one find Dylan and Cash on the same page?
Posted by: Cowtown Pattie | October 24, 2007 at 07:15 PM