Wednesday, April 1, 2009

April is the cruelest month

One morning after breakfast, as he was perfunctorily humming the refrain of a song, which says

...Veronika, der Spargel wächst.
Ach Du, Veronika, die Welt ist grün, drum laß uns in die Wälder zieh'n,

Theodore, who at 8:32 a.m. used to walk barefoot from the dining room to the bathroom, where his razor had readily been set for the shave of the morning, at 8:32:03 suddenly stubbed his left little toe on a chair.

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