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The chronicler who narrates events without distinguishing between major and minor ones acts in accord with the following truth: nothing that has ever happened should be regarded as lost to history. — Walter Benjamin

01 May 2005

An English TA's Haiku

One hour past twilight;
Somnolent birds ceased singing--
Time to grade essays.
Posted by Abjectus at 11:09 PM

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