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I have grown a beard, luxuriant in its whiteness. Whenever I encounter it in my mirror, it says, sensibly: Behold, Mike, time is short. Grow up, find a place, take a wife, be an adult, settle. To which I reply, delighting in my recalcitrance: No way, beard! The difficult is my destiny. Be my beard Black or white, I will always be a pirate. - mce
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Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 10:01 AM UTC
The Delight of Recalcitrance
I have grown a beard, luxuriant in its whiteness. Whenever I encounter it in my mirror, it says, sensibly: Behold, Mike, time is short. Grow up, find a place, take a wife, be an adult, settle. To which I reply, delighting in my recalcitrance: No way, beard! The difficult is my destiny. Be my beard Black or white, I will always be a pirate. - mce
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Apr 5, 2015 at 10:01 AM UTC
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