Re: Say No to Fat (Fat Books, That Is)
That Time of year thou mayst in me behold,
When yellow leaves, or none, or few do hand
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang;
Have you seen the old man in the closed down market
kicking up the paper with worn out shoes?
in his eyes you see no pride, and held loosely
at his side yesterday's paper, telling yesterday's news
So how can you tell me you're lonely, and for you that the sun don't shine...
Streets of London. The Beatles
"Man cannot do without beauty, and this is what our era pretends to want to disregard"
Myth of Sysyphus ~ by Albert Camus