"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,/And what I assume you shall assume,/For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.//I loafe and invite my soul,/I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass."
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
The Brooklyn Bachelor gets distressed when he hears that people like the murderer Robert Chambers has a girlfriend. What’s up with that? Or what's up with me, to be more precise?