I love this poem. Not only because of the content, but it's a poem which has a certain order about it. It follows certain rules, is broken down quite nicely into stanzas and has a definite meter. I would like to believe that I am quite liberal when it comes to the arts but deep down I know that though I abide by "live and let live", I truly enjoy only those works which make sense to me. If you read to me some corny epithet, I'll probably call it just that - a corny epithet. I am not too fond of guys (or girls) trying to be too clever and you may attribute it to genes or the zodiac or numbers - whichever pleases you. I have my fun with order, why shouldn't you have yours judging my fun?
Whose else besides a nice, orderly head like mine can produce the following masterpiece?
Masterpiece: After L. dies, the differences between C. and T. will not magically disappear, T. will continue to be muck and C. will remain C. but will now be closer to F. than B., B. will then be D. and D. is already dead. Therefore, L. is equal to D. and it's a matter of time before they are both dead.
I'm more excited about beginnings than ever. The world is definitely my oyster! That new beginnings sometimes also signify endings is just prepayment for a better journey to the next ending. I'm still slightly worried that I find Florentino Ariza less and less revolting with each passing day. But like 25, 600 is just another number. This too, shall pass. *snicker*
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