Sunday, February 12, 2006
Sustance and Substinance
Her voice is equated to a virginal mouse's, that squeaks beneath the floorboards in its terror, frantically hoarding crumbs underneath her straw-filled nest, hoping to feast on those tiny jewels when a cold winter comes-because it will.
Would the little mouse succumb to the little cheese? Yes, it would. The more real the cheese, the greater its size, the more attractive.
We hope that she will watch carefully where she places those tiny padded paws of hers; it would be ugly if she did not.
Although, her survival constitutes not her intelligence, but rather her affinity to survival, or Survival's affinity to her. She has met many weak and sniffling mice who survived ordeals that, apparently, MENSA mice did not.
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Would the little mouse succumb to the little cheese? Yes, it would. The more real the cheese, the greater its size, the more attractive.
We hope that she will watch carefully where she places those tiny padded paws of hers; it would be ugly if she did not.
Although, her survival constitutes not her intelligence, but rather her affinity to survival, or Survival's affinity to her. She has met many weak and sniffling mice who survived ordeals that, apparently, MENSA mice did not.
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I called the Devil and he came,
His face with wonder I must scan
He is not ugly, he is not lame,
He is a delightful, charming man;
A man in the prime of life, in fact,
Courteous, engaging, and full of tact.
A diplomat, too, of wide research
Who cleverly talks about State and Church.
A little pale, but that is en règle
For now he is studying Sanskrit and Hegel.
