Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Prodnose

"What can I say.. that can interest anyone save, vaguely, myself, and of course my guardian angel, a failed psychoanalyst in this life who is even now prodnosing in the air above me, casebook in claw, a lilttle seedy and down-at-winged-heel, in the guttural consulting-rooms of space?"

- Dylan Thomas, Quite Early One Morning (1954)

Myself: What indeed? You didn't tell me you were a verb!

Prodnose: Modesty forbids what the law does not ...

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