Perfect nonsense goes on in the world. Sometimes there is no plausibility at all.
Perfect nonsense goes on in the world. Sometimes there is no plausibility at all.
“I much prefer that my own style be my own, uncultivated and rude, but made to fit, as a garment, to the measure of my mind, rather than to someone else’s, which may be more elegant, ambitious, and adorned, but one that, deriving from a greater genius, continually slips off, unfitted to the humble proportions of my intellect.”
Petrarch