I identify with this poem so much that I almost resent the author for writing it first. Then again, my version would probably reek of middle class whining and not do the topic justice as it deserves. http://www.bartleby.com/131/1.html
"The world is not respectable, it is mortal, tormented, confused, deluded forever, BUT, it is shot through with beauty and line, with it's glints of courage and laughter, and in these,the spirit blooms...."
Sweet poem.
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