Protected: Day 75
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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.
— Robert Frost
Lies–and again lies–it amazes me, the amount of lies we had told to us this morning.”
“There are more still to discover,” said Poirot cheerfully.
# Politics is a dirty game. We all know that. What amazes me is the complete absence of character in the entire gamut there..
Image is more believable than a person’s true character.
Perhaps we have become too lazy to explore and instead prefer to relying on the perceptions already created..