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I think that every country should have its own cheese. That way there wouldn't just be Swiss & American; there could be Italian, German, Zairian, Australian, etc. That way every country has a cheese that is definitively theirs! User: Juan Valdez, Author: null
numRantings:7, ratingsTot: 14, rating:2
I think that every country should have its own cheese. That way there wouldn't just be Swiss & American; there could be Italian, German, Zairian, Australian, etc. That way every country has a cheese that is definitively theirs! User: Juan Valdez, Author: null
numRantings:7, ratingsTot: 14, rating:2
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Have you ever been at sea in a dense fog, when it seemed as if a tangible white darkness shut you in and the great ship, tense and anxious, groped her way toward the shore with plummet and sounding-line, and you waited with beating heart for something to happen? I was like that ship before my education began, only I was without compass or sounding line, and no way of knowing how near the harbor was. "Light! Give me light!" was the wordless cry of my soul, and the light of love shone on me in that very hour.
Have you ever been at sea in a dense fog, when it seemed as if a tangible white darkness shut you in and the great ship, tense and anxious, groped her way toward the shore with plummet and sounding-line, and you waited with beating heart for something to happen? I was like that ship before my education began, only I was without compass or sounding line, and no way of knowing how near the harbor was. "Light! Give me light!" was the wordless cry of my soul, and the light of love shone on me in that very hour.
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