Wednesday, August 23, 2006

“Language is a cracked kettle on which we beat out tunes for bears to dance to, while all the time we long to move the stars to pity.” GustaveFlaubert

No, I haven't actually read Madame Bovary. I saw that line in the steam tunnels of a small Midwestern college about 30 years ago, and it struck home and stuck.

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