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While you ponder this, enjoy a poem:


Door in the Dark, The (1928)
by Robert Frost

In going from room to room in the dark,
I reached out blindly to save my face,
But neglected, however lightly, to lace
My fingers and close my arms in an arc.
A slim door got in past my guard,
And hit me a blow in the head so hard
I had my native simile jarred.
So people and things don't pair any more
With what they used to pair with before.


What orators lack in depth they make up for in length.
— Charles de Secondat, Baron de Montesquieu