Journal Robert Y. Frost's Journal: FP
Two tankards filled with a yellow brew,
Parched but my thirst was not limitless.
Twixt nectar choose, sweet honeydew?
In time, the colder one I drew,
And that was frosty pissness.
Two tankards filled with a yellow brew,
Parched but my thirst was not limitless.
Twixt nectar choose, sweet honeydew?
In time, the colder one I drew,
And that was frosty pissness.
I tell them to turn to the study of mathematics, for it is only there that they might escape the lusts of the flesh. -- Thomas Mann, "The Magic Mountain"
