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Eleven plus two is an anagram of Twelve plus one
Sing hey diddle diddle
For a silly little victual
Sing git gat giddle
'got a hole in the middle
Sing dough-de dough dough
There's dough, you know
There's not no nuts
In the you-know-whats
In a whole doughnut
There's a nice whole hole
If you take a big bite,
Hold the whole hole tight
If a little bit bitten
Or a great bit bitten,
Any whole hole with a hole bitten in it is a wholly whole hole and it just plain isn't.
This precisely is the
dromosphere: not so much an expansion of the universe "brought to light" by the famous red shift in the spectrum, but a purely relativist recognition that it is
speed -- not just light and its spectral analysis -- which enlightens the universe of perceptible and measurable phenomena. . . . Man's own powers will then have achieved a state of inertia where his own bodily mass is identical to that of a weightless planet.
Even here, where the leaf-broken sun climbed from bared shoulder over her parted lips, the movement continued on the lids closed against it, penetrated in diffuse chiaroscuro where the movement composed the stillness and herself sealed up, time adrift as the sun reached further, shattered by the telephone.
To summarize: Dross anagroughnut dromoscuro
