His words, like so many nimble and airy servitors, trip about him at command.
John Milton, poet (1608-1674)
Thursday, August 04, 2005
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There was once upon a time a parrot. It sometimes repeated what it heard.
4 comments:
Nice. So when do you intend to find your own words? :)
Hi R,
my own words, I do find them at times, usually where plagiarism is an issue. the rest of the times, i am a lazy bum and i leave it to the maestros. or more probably i dont have anything to say, no point to make; but i love words. This blog is a happy compromise :)
you afraid someone would steal your words?
nah nah, i am not allowed to steal other people's words at uni! no such problems on the blog.
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