From yesterday morning's post "What's in a Name?" —
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"Third Man – an elderly American railway bum, "Art to which I fix my celebrated signature." — "Third Man" in Victor Snaith's play "Changing Stations" |
In the above Facebook post, a dead person speaks —
"You and I are separated by a thin piece of silk
which neither the strongest man could tear,
nor the sharpest tool could pierce.
Nothing can cross this membrane that divides us
except art, music, poetry and love."
Try a subtle knife, Sean.
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