Thursday, September 27, 2012

Cheese & Onions.


No man is an Island, intire of it selfe; every man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a Clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse, as well as if a promontorie were, as well as if a Mannor of thy friends or of thine owne were. Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankinde; And therfore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.

~ John Donne

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