Sometimes I feel as if everyone were talking too fast in a vain attempt to underscore and complete their point ... if you say it fast enough, then perhaps I will receive the message before I think to shut you down. Or perhaps it is just that I have slumped into an Eeyore mode of sluggish thought and am unwilling or unable to keep pace with the slick and swift.
Yesterday, a friend sent this along:
My first association was with a tobacco auctioneer whose leafy Esperanto leaves me gasping in the dust:
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