----------------------------------------------------------------------------- "They told me, Francis Hinsley, they told me you were hung With red protruding eyeballs and black protruding tongue; I wept as I remembered how often you and I Had laughed about Los Angeles and now 'tis here you'll lie; Here pickled in formaldehyde and painted like a whore, Shrimp-pink incorruptible, nor lost nor gone before." -----------------------------------------------------------------------------
That itself is apparently a takeoff on Heraclitus <http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/poems/380.html>
Carl
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