An Excerpt From a Book I Am Reading

[themadpoker]

Fleas
Adam
'ad em

A masterpiece isn't it? In a single rhyming couplet of four syllables something is suggested about the ancient and intimate relations between humans and animals, about the great antiquity of small, neglected beings, about the shabby reality of our existence, divine origins not withstanding, and the corruption of this world, inherent even in the Garden of Eden. And there's more: in that rhyme sounds like "Adam, Adam" is there not a lament? Or is it an accusation? Either way, it could be that the fleas in question are us.

Yann Martel: Hilariously pretentious! =DDD