END, n. The position farthest removed on either hand from the Interlocutor.   The man was perishing apace   Who played the tambourine;  The seal of death was on his face --   'Twas pallid, for 'twas clean.   'This is the end,' the sick man said   In faint and failing tones.  A moment later he was dead,   And Tambourine was Bones.               Tinley Roq. -Ambrose Bierce

 

END, n. The position farthest removed on either hand from the Interlocutor. The man was perishing apace Who played the tambourine; The seal of death was on his face -- 'Twas pallid, for 'twas clean. 'This is the end,' the sick man said In faint and failing tones. A moment later he was dead, And Tambourine was Bones. Tinley Roq.


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Experience is a revelation in the light of which we renounce our errors of youth for those of age.

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