SOME BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS
(As Expressed by Fothergil Finch, the Vers Libre Bard)
OH, the Beautiful Mud! I always leave it on my boots! It is sacred to me. Because in it are the souls of lilies!
The Hog should be a sacred beast. Hogs are beautiful! They are close to the Mire! Oh, to be a Swine!
What is more eloquent than a Sneeze? The Sneeze is the protest of the Free Spirit against the Smug Citizen who never exposes himself to a cold. Oh, Beautiful Sneezes! Oh, to make my life one loud explosive Sneeze in the face of Conventionality!
What is so free, so untrammeled, so ungyved, so unconventional, as an Influenza Germ? From throat to throat it floats, full of the spirit of true democratic brotherhood, making the masses equal with the classes, careless, winged, ungyved! Oh, the Beautiful Germ! Oh, to be an Influenza Germ!
What is so naïve as a Hiccough! Oh, to be in-
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