IN DEFINING STUPIDITY
All those jesters, magistrate-judges and nuns in
black costume, like things of the past brought to
life for a day, they stand around idle waiting to play :
someone here must have the script; how do we
start these up? Edicts and prohibitions, contraband
in the gutter. I have watched better acts than these
in the midst of bad sleep, talking back to no one.
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The night has a refuge only refugees can see : the
place where the setters set, the tired are tired and
weary, and the last man in the calliope parade
finally comes in - how they say? -
dragging his tail behind him.
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