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I was watching a little Sports Night this week. Part of it...
Dan: I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky. To the flung spume and the blown spray and the... I don't know, the thing in my eye."
Dana: Thank you.
Dan: That was a poem by Mr. Henry David Thoreau.
Casey: It's Wordsworth.
Dan: Or Wordsworth.
Elliot: Uh, might be ( Read more... )