Dear Valeria,
“If there’s a buzzing-noise, somebody’s making a buzzing-noise, and the only reason for making a buzzing-noise that I know of is because you’re a bee.”
Then he thought another long time, and said: “And the only reason for being a bee that I know of is making honey.”
And then he got up, and said: “And the only reason for making honey is so I can eat it.” So he began to climb the tree.
Best wishes,
A.A. Milne
Showing posts with label 1956. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1956. Show all posts
Saturday, January 31, 2015
Saturday, August 16, 2014
Bela
My sweet Valeria,
I have never met a vampire personally, but I don't know what might happen tomorrow.
Kisses,
Bela Lugosi
I have never met a vampire personally, but I don't know what might happen tomorrow.
Kisses,
Bela Lugosi
Thursday, August 14, 2014
Bertolt
Dear Valeria,
Art is not a mirror held up to reality
but a hammer with which to shape it.
All the best,
Bertolt Brecht
Art is not a mirror held up to reality
but a hammer with which to shape it.
All the best,
Bertolt Brecht
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