a very occasional diary

nondescript
[Nikita Danilov]

2005-07-31

The Question of Life, The Universe, and Everything.


'How old is that horse, my friend?' inquired Mr. Pickwick,
rubbing his nose with the shilling he had reserved for the fare.

'Forty-two,' replied the driver, eyeing him askant.
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