My proverbs column has inspired more proverbs
When I was a callow youth, my neighborhood buddies and I used to sing a learned lyric that played around with levels of diction: Perambulate, perambulate, perambulate your craft Placidly down the liquid solution. Ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically: Existence is but a delusion. Translated into clear and simple English, our polysyllabic poem turned out […]