Softly her tower crumbled in the sweet silent sun.
No es que las mujeres seamos terrenales: somos la tierra.
No es que los varones estén en las nubes: son el cielo.
Recordemos nuestras viejas lecciones de mitología clásica; intentemos entender.
Aunque no sirva de nada.
The wasp was investigating her plate. Its body was throbbing. "We shall try to eat one later," she observed, "but it must be gorged to taste good. Of course, it can’t sting your tongue. No animal will touch a person’s tongue. When a lion has finished a traveler, bones and all, he always leaves the man’s tongue lying like that in the desert" (making a negligent gesture).
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