[poetry,personal,quote] Поэзия йоптыть

Перечитываю Кэрролла и плачу.

And now, if e'er by chance I put
My fingers into glue
Or madly squeeze a right-hand foot
Into a left-hand shoe,
Or if I drop upon my toe
A very heavy weight,
I weep, for it reminds me so,
Of that old man I used to know —
Whose look was mild, whose speech was slow,
Whose hair was whiter than the snow,
Whose face was very like a crow,
With eyes, like cinders, all aglow,
Who seemed distracted with his woe,
Who rocked his body to and fro,
And muttered mumblingly and low,
As if his mouth were full of dough,
Who snorted like a buffalo —
That summer evening, long ago,
A-sitting on a gate.

Кэрролл гений, а мы все Гуно.

[comics,personal,fcuk] Nicht lustig!

<Тут было случайно вырвавшееся неполиткорректное замечание, но я его стёр.>