"A sensitive plant, what?""Exactly. You know your Shelley, Bertie.""Oh, am I?"-- P. G. Wodehouse, The Code of the Woosters
What thou art we know not;
What is most like thee?
From rainbow clouds there flow not
Drops so bright to see
As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
I've got nothing else to say about this at this point. I simply note it in anticipation.
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Anouilh’s play about Joan of Arc is called (in English) The Lark.
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