I suppose I shouldn't blame you for the hot weather here, then.
But I will.
Kiprobalhato wrote:
Murihiku wrote:
It's summer here, and it's your fault I can't have a white Christmas. Ever.
your fault...because...
why do you live there?
It's 'cos I'm too poor to move ... for now, at least.
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It is easy to go down into Hell;
Night and day, the gates of dark Death stand wide;
But to climb back again, to retrace one's steps to the upper air –
There's the rub, the task.
– Virgil, The Aeneid (Book VI)