Cold Comfort

At last we can take comfort in the fact that though our civilisation may become one with Nineveh and Tyre and the human race extinct as all our yesterdays, our begonias will go on forever.
I think I think, therefore, I think I think I am, I think.

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Somewhere, Gregor Mendel smiles
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