My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery - always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What's this passion for?

in origine il cervello umano è come un attico vuoto che uno deve riempire con i mobili che preferisce.

Ronnie, telefonun diğer ucunda sessizdi. ''Tamam ama dikkatli ol.'' ''Düğün gecesindeki bir bakire gibi.'' Güldü.''Sen yola gelmezsin.'' ''Herkes öyle diyor,''dedim.

Hey Chris, bet you don't know the Latin name of the red-headed woodpecker."  That was a hard one. Chris had to say Melanerpes erythrocephalus very slowly.

Written By Ellen Raskin

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