"I knew a lot of people watched reality television, but I didn't know they thought it was reality." --Fran Leibowitz
"Sonnet XXV
Into the void behold my shuddering flight,
Plunging straight forward through unhuman space,
My wild hair backward blown and my white face
Set like a wedge of ice. My chattering teeth
Cut like sharp knives my swiftly freezing breath.
Perched upon straightness I seek a wilder zone.
My Flying Self— on this black steed alone —
Drives out to God or else to utter death.
Beware straight lines which do subdue man’s pride!
’Tis on a broomstick that great witches ride.
Wild, dangerous and holy are the runes
Which shift the whirling atoms with their tunes.
Oh like a witch accursed shall she be burned
Who having flown on straightness has returned."
--Anna Hempstead Branch
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