Я уже говорила что люблю свою ленту? Да я ее черт возьми обожаю!

I was reading W.H. Auden’s (hilarious) poem “Mundus et Infans”, which is about his friends’ newborn baby, when I came across this stanza:

With one fist clenched behind his head, heel drawn up to thigh,
The cocky little ogre dozes off, ready,
Though, to take on the rest
Of the world at the drop of a hat or the mildest
Nudge of the impossible,
Resolved, cost what it may, to seize supreme power and
Sworn to resist tyranny to the death with all
Forces at his command.

And all I could think about was

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