Sunday, December 30, 2007

what's a turd's worth?

Turd is writing a book and seeking bids on it.

The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune.

tl;dr: About half as much as he thinks he is.

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