“What happened?”
“A poem,” he muttered, “an ode; a long, tiresome, incredibly stupid ode, wrought for the occasion by old Senator Tuscus, who, having reached that rightness of senescence where time and eternity are mistaken for each other—“
“Sounds as if you’d arrive there, too,” broke in Lucia. “Can’t you speed it up a little?
“Don’t hurry me, impatient youth.”
LOL
— Jan 18, 2022 06:17PM
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