og notið reypi í staðin fyrir belti, ég missti niður um mig buxurnar á muse…<br><br><b>Tilvitnun:</b><br><hr><i>The problem with America is stupidity. I'm not saying there should be a capital punishment for stupidity, but why don't we just take the safety labels off of everything and let the problem solve itself?</i><br><hr>
<b>W.B Yeats skrifaði:</b><br><hr><i>He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread upon my dreams.
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