Wilson. Sheldon. Milton. Trotsky. Tubal. Powell. Pop. Oscar Lindquist. Wears-Sweatpants-all-the-Time. King Lear. Billy Bibbit. Caldwell B. Cladwell. Tom. Tim Timko. Tom Jr. Juliet. Disconcerting. Progress. Feminine. And always unrepentantly myself.
Impending two-hour discussion or no, it is very difficult to take Lucretius seriously when he starts talking about the mind and soul being made of tiny, round seeds or things tasting bad because they have sharp atoms.
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