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"Have you a working pulse?" he asks of his petunias. "...he went away cold as a snowball!" he tells his gladioli. They positively beamed at him. "Oh yes...oh yes. . ." he pontificates "Flowers like Shakespeare best!" "...especially PERICLES & other minor plays rather than the great Dane or say OTHELLO!" "The herbs prefer Gilbert & Sullivan!" "But, spoken: not sung!" "...poor wandering one..." "Or sometimes a little dash of Noël Coward!" "...what compulsion compels them and who the hell tells them..!" What could I say? His voice produced such a fecundity such a fertility that his word could not be doubted. "Oh yes...oh yes plants like to be spoken to, but: prefer a little culture.
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Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 4:26 PM UTC
THE NURTURE OF CULTURE
"Have you a working pulse?" he asks of his petunias. "...he went away cold as a snowball!" he tells his gladioli. They positively beamed at him. "Oh yes...oh yes. . ." he pontificates "Flowers like Shakespeare best!" "...especially PERICLES & other minor plays rather than the great Dane or say OTHELLO!" "The herbs prefer Gilbert & Sullivan!" "But, spoken: not sung!" "...poor wandering one..." "Or sometimes a little dash of Noël Coward!" "...what compulsion compels them and who the hell tells them..!" What could I say? His voice produced such a fecundity such a fertility that his word could not be doubted. "Oh yes...oh yes plants like to be spoken to, but: prefer a little culture.
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Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 4:26 PM UTC
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