“We make men without chests and we expect of them virtue and enterprise. We laugh at honor and we are shocked to find traitors in our midst. We castrate and bid the geldings be fruitful."- C.S. Lewis in The Abolition of Man
Tuesday, September 28, 2004
I know it's abit early, but I just can't help starting the celebration!
3 comments:
Man, I think that's the worst poem I ever read. Which, given my taste, probably means it's really good.
I think it's almost as good as Al's 'Mucus Among Us'.
Lance, you d'oh-d'oh, that 'poem' is to be sung to the tune of 'Happy Birthday to You'.
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