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Daily Archives: February 16, 2003
Thirteen O’Clock (and All’s Well)
Thirteen o’clock and all the world is well; beyond the reach of the tempest makers, where thought and reason still may sway the mind and the conscience of a nation feeds not on unfounded rumors of threat and fear, but … Continue reading
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Tagged 1984, George Orwell, iambic pentameter, interpretation, plays
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Your Television Will Not Be Revolutionized
You will not be able to site back in your recliner and experience the sights and smells of an actual African safari with Marlon Perkins because your television will not be revolutionized. You will not have the option to view … Continue reading