Beauty plus pity—that is the closest we can get to a definition of art. Where there is beauty there is pity for the simple reason that beauty must die: beauty always dies, the manner dies with the matter, the world dies with the individual.
Nabokov
For those (two) of you who are interested in the outcomes of my
investigation into the Youngs Siding white ant signs, here is an update.
No it wasn't ...
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