I'm a little early. . . but with Easter looming nearer, I couldn't get this passage out of my head.
"The dripping blood our only drink,
The bloody flesh our only food:
In spite of which we like to think
That we are sound, substantial flesh and blood--
Again, in spite of that, we call this Friday good."
It's a passage I want to repeat over and over, until I can gifure out what he means by this.
I'd ponder this more, but my right contact has been funny for awhile and now suddenly I can't really see out of it anymore, making typing ridiculoulsy hard.
19 Inspirerend Tekst Verjaardag Man 60 Jaar
5 years ago
Copier! I forgive you though because we are both just so dang smart! Have a good Easter and don't let Eliot's creepy visuals ruin all the chocolate bunny eating! :)
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