Trevor, that's deep - maybe sharp, too. It's possible women feel the
beard underneath no matter what men do to their chins in the morning.
I will let them judge. And David, remember, it was Peter the Great, not
Adorno, who laid down the law on fuzz. And look what that did for
Russian poetry! There's a canon somewhere about to go off.
Perhaps relevant to these issues, here's a few obscure lines I just
shaved myself:
[...] Where stale steel of the Ossete
meets tempered gaze of his twin-Tartar
Amazon upon a span of tears - where
a grain-bin swells, and sweetly
soars (fluted in stone). I hear, I hear
ice breaking, underneath a bridge...
_in a land of whirring wings,
beyond the rivers of Ethiopia_.
- Henry [a.k.a. Prester John]
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