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And the view from my window this morning. A glum morning, with rain, grey clouds and a sense of foreboding. One of those difficult mornings that seems designed for awkward thinking.
posted by H @ 10:22 am
There are three kinds of intelligence: one kind understands things for itself, the other appreciates what others can understand, the third understands neither for itself nor through others. This first is excellent, the second good, and the third useless.
posted by H @ 10:22 am
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