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While you ponder this, enjoy a poem:


Best Thing in the World, The (1855)
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

What’s the best thing in the world?
June-rose, by May-dew impearled;
Sweet south-wind, that means no rain;
Truth, not cruel to a friend;
Pleasure, not in haste to end;
Beauty, not self-decked and curled
Till its pride is over-plain;
Love, when, so, you’re loved again.
What’s the best thing in the world?
—Something out of it, I think.


As my artist’s statement explains, my work is utterly incomprehensible and is therefore full of deep significance.
— Calvin