piggymouse) wrote, piggymouse Дерман о падонках.
I used to detest vulgarity, but that was long ago. Now I don't mind it too much. In the good sense, vulgarity can be the recognition of the essential identity between yourself and the crowds. You're born in a pretty vulgar way, and you certainly die that way, and only somewhere in the middle of that trajectory can you afford to think badly of it.
William Butler Yeats: Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
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