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At a friend's house, yet another spectral presidential silhouette:
Me: I need to borrow your camera. The reason I had to borrow a camera was that once again an evil haunting president victimized me all Heisenbergianlike -- which is to say that part of the Archimboldean tableau consisted of my camera bag. I don't know why the other dead presidents appear to me, but a while back, having undergone a reversal of my estimation of Lincoln's presidency and character, I removed from the site the large cache of quotations taken from my annotated set of his complete writings & speeches. (Here I be linkin' -- heh, heh, heh, OOF -- to what I replaced it with.) Perhaps this is Lincoln's minor response (for yea, mine is but a minor website). Or perhaps one day I myself will be president -- then just wouldn't all of this make some kind of TERRIBLE SENSE! |
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