Az a jó a nyárban, hogy meleg van, ergo nem veszel fel se garbót, se sálat (bár mindig akad egy-két elvetemült bölcsész még harminc fokban is). Így marad a fülbecuppogás. Mindjárt hányok.
"Let them not make me a stone and let them not spill me. Otherwise kill me." MacNeice
"We are trying to make ourselves heared Like the lover who mouths obscenities In his passion, like the condemned my Who makes a last minute confession, Like the child who cries out in the dark." Longley
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