Friday, January 12, 2007
Derisions of grandeur
I am delighted that William and I independently (really!) came to the same conclusion - that is to say, the right one - each in our own style: one qualified, plodding, and pedantic; the other, fun to read.
"Too late or still too soon too soon to make lots of bad love and there's no time for sorrow. Run around, run around with a hole in your head 'til tomorrow."
-----They Might Be Giants
-----They Might Be Giants