An exercise against tyranny
Castanets! Toad-polishers! Uncle-procurers! We must sweep away the cobwebs of urban society, then dampen the sponge of reform with the warm water of revolution, add a dash of the ammonia of Reason, and wipe down the walls of habitual thought. We must open the closet door of enlightenment, get the mop of justice, wait until the floors of science are dry, vacuum the carpets of social integrity, and dust the woodwork of art.
There is no time to lie on the sofa of aestheticism and read the magazine of superstition. There is no time to turn on the television of television or the Tivo of recorded television.
Soon we must start boiling the water of world peace so we can cook the pasta to end hunger, heat the sauce of compassion, and grate the victory cheese.
There is no time to lie on the sofa of aestheticism and read the magazine of superstition. There is no time to turn on the television of television or the Tivo of recorded television.
Soon we must start boiling the water of world peace so we can cook the pasta to end hunger, heat the sauce of compassion, and grate the victory cheese.