Langue et parole

If Twemlow were an angler, he would undoubtedly confuse the namaycush with the siscowet.

If he were a gardener, he would (hilariously) confound the speckled tansy with the meadow filbert.

As it is, he cannot distinguish clearly between the blue of heaven and the blue of despair.

So how could he ever hope to survive on the outside?

Parole denied.


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