He swims. He gnaws. He builds dams. He moves us with his intelligence and grace. He is the Wily Beaver.
And he is here to INTUBATE us all.
Tuesday, September 09, 2003
beethoven had to be a pretty depressed guy to write an ode to joy. Was joy that rare for him that when he was feeling it he was like, "Praise be to the Heavens! I must pen an ode to this sublime emotion!"
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