Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Too weird? Not in Toronto!
I saw a guy on the train the other day doing a cube. He struck me as someone I wouldn't really want to meet. Had an odd, pastey look about him. Like he spent too much time in basements examining wriggly things under dim lights.
But it wasn't the strangest thing seen recently on Rome transit.
I have it on good authority that someone, who looked mentally competent, was seen on a bus reading L'Osservatore Romano.
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And the cure for cancer remains still unfound.
But at least there are now 4000 people who have no cube to play with and who might start branching out into "communicating with other people".
...on the bright side.
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