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| This V-Day, presence over presents |
Making this reminded me of these lines from Ogden Nash's That reminds me:
Just imagine yourself seated on a shadowy terrace,
And beside you is a girl who stirs you more strangely than an heiress,
It is a summer evening at its most superb,
And the moonlight reminds you that To Love is an active verb.
And your hand clasps hers, which rests there without shrinking,
And after a silence fraught with romance you ask her what she is thinking,
And she starts and returns from the moon-washed distances to the shadowy veranda,
And says, Oh I was wondering how many bamboo shoots a day it takes to feed a baby Giant Panda.
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It isn’t that nothing is sacred to them, it’s just that at the Sacred Moment they are always thinking of something else.
