February 2012
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Maude: I should like to change into a sunflower most of all. They're so tall and simple. What flower would you like to be?
Harold: I don't know. One of these, maybe.
Maude: Why do you say that?
Harold: Because they're all alike.
Maude: Oh, but they're not! Look, see, some are smaller, some are fatter... some grow to the left, some to the right... some have even lost some petals - all kinds of observable differences. You see, Harold, I feel that much of the world's sorrow comes from people who are this, yet allow themselves to be treated as that.
Dedications by Lemony Snicket
pulchrindefinite:
The Bad Beginning: To Beatrice - darling, dearest, dead.
The Reptile Room: For Beatrice - My love for you shall live forever. You, however, did not.
The Wide Window: For Beatrice – I would much prefer it if you were alive and well.
The Miserable Mill: To Beatrice – My love flew like a butterfly until death swooped down like a bat. As the poet Emma Montana McElroy said:...
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