Via TBogg, some of us are re-introduced to something we read many, many years ago:
There are souls that, crablike, crawl continually toward darkness, going backward in life rather than advancing, using their experience to increase their deformity, growing continually worse, and becoming steeped more and more thoroughly in the intensifying viciousness.
"Les Miserables", by Victor Hugo
And that's why, if you're passing by Delisle, Saskatchewan, you might as well just keep driving. Nothing to see there. Really.
2 comments:
Just watch out for those giant land-crabs--always hungry, even after devouring a Schnauzer or two.
The giant land-crabs have nothing on the lobstrosities, Doc.
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