“What is a man?”
“Why, ‘tis but a sack
of flesh and bones.”
September 20, 2011 | Categories: Poetics and Prose, The Gentlemen | Tags: banter, british, conversation, Man, mortality, Poem, Poetry, prose, question of existence, soul, tea | 5 Comments »
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