A fable told by La Fontaine, I read once, and tell it again: Two pots, one of clay, One of iron, one day, Walked side by side up an old lane. The going got rough and they bumped Together, and each time they thumped Cracks came in the clay, And soon shattered, lay In pieces and shortly was dumped.
So Mr BLiar, you have been warned about your associations,,, and by a Frenchman at that!
Sunday, October 24, 2004