| Jay Scott : Daily Whale : archive : 2001 : 7 April 2001 |
Suppose you're trying to remember a poem you read a long time ago, and all you can come up with is this.
Out of the nightie that covers me,
Black as the Pit like Horace Walpole,
Something or other happens then
To my more and more dubious soul.
Most people will go ahead and misquote. That's why the internet contributes so little to human progress. If you care about truth and social justice, you'll spend a few minutes to look up the correct wording:
I think that I shall never discover
A sofa lovely as a slipcover.
give me a clue so sweet and true
copyright 2001, 2003 Jay J.P. Scott
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