I see Miss Venezuela
won the human equivalent of a dog show in London. I’m not
sure which of the two I find more indicative of the capacity to ascribe value
to the patently worthless. I mean, how can you appreciate the beauty of wood grain
if you slap paint on it?
‘She threw her hands to her face and gasped when the result
was announced,’ said the report.
Really? You mean it breathes?
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