Staring Into The Middle Distance
Staring Into The Middle Distance
Swimming through the stream of my tangential mind... mainly my obsession with archaeology and music
A young Florentine was going down to River Arno with one of those nets in which they wash wool, and met a frolicsome boy, who, out of fun, asked him what birds he was going to catch with that net of his? “I am going to the Brothel’s outlet,” replied the youth, “to spread my net there, and catch your mother.” “Mind you search the place carefully,” retorted the boy, “for you will be sure to find yours there also.” Facetiae by Poggio Bracciolini
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