I think so, Brain … but wouldn’t it be glorious if 2020’s winter and spring of our discontent were made summer and all the clouds that lour’d upon our house in the deep bosom of the ocean buried?
I think so, Brain … but wouldn’t it be glorious if 2020’s winter and spring of our discontent were made summer and all the clouds that lour’d upon our house in the deep bosom of the ocean buried?