“ There is a ghost That eats handkerchiefs It keeps you company On all your travels. ”
940Home is not where you live but where they understand you.
~ Christian Morgenstern
Humour is the contemplation of the finite from the point of view of the infinite.
Often I am struck in amazement about a word: I suddenly realize that the complete arbitrariness of our language is but a part of the arbitrariness of our own world in general.
To me the term 'middle-class' connotes a safe comfortable middle-of-the road policy. Above all our language is 'middle-class' in the middle of our road. To drive it to one side or the other or even off the road is the noblest task of the future.
