There was a kind Lady called Gregory, Said, ‘Come to me, poets in beggary,’ But found her imprudence When thousands of students Cried ‘All we are in that catégory!’
“There is no syllable one can speak that is not filled with tenderness and terror, that is not, in one of those languages, the mighty name of a god.”
Jorge Luis Borges
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