A sect or party is an elegant incognito devised to save a man from the vexation of thinking.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, writer and philosopher
(1803-1882)
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not necessarily gold.
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2 comments:
so what do you think. . . . true? Or a cleverness, requiring surgery?
Off to ponder.
Hmmm. The election. Yeah, I do think it's true, but all statements like this require surgery.
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