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Cretans.

Sweet are the songs of bitterness and bliss.

I Was Taught to Read Using an Alphabet That No Longer Exists.

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Updated Uzbek alphabet.

blaze at Eagle's Nest
wolfish smile
dark swoop home
crowds hoist bosh

"Then the universities discovered that poets and novelists would pay tuition to sit in a circle and be honest with one another."

“All is laughter, all is dust, all is nothing,
for all that is cometh from unreason.”

—Glycon, The Greek Anthology, x.124 (tr Paten) (In Lojban.)

"He’s talking really about music (and probably Hegel), where a waltz is recognisable as ¾ time, but in which we encounter something else, some residue of thousands of dances, mostly in Germany; all these feet scuff the surface of the dance, so that you can’t help but smell a certain kind of shoe leather when you hear tum ti ti tum ti ti."