Thursday, February 2, 2012

To ease the moment of the day, as fingers nimbly type type type, I heard a voice in the back of the room that told me to open a window.

All speech, written or spoken, is a dead language, until it finds a willing and prepared hearer. – Robert Louis Stevenson, Reflections and Remarks on Human Life

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