Tuesday, May 4, 2010
The Actual Meaning Of Haste
A box of paperclips once spilled onto the floor. They were the large, oversized office-silver ones which could hold absurd amounts of paper together. Hastily, I bent down to pick them up, one by one. It was not long before I realised that I could have just dragged my hand along the ground into a pile to pick the lot up. So I put the box back onto my desk, and knocked it off again. The paperclips spilled once again onto the floor.
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