
Last time I was there, on a hot afternoon in the beginning of May, I noticed "my" end of the world has been reserved. The path leading to the edge was decorated with a red "Nature's Reserve" sign. Signs and names do take away some of the magic. Mr. Shakespeare, sorry to disagree. The end of the world smells much sweeter than "Nature's Reserve".
All that poetry brings me to my brother, whom I adore, among others for his strong views on poetry. "Why do I have to guess now what the poet wanted to say? Why didn't he just say what he wanted to say in a straightforward manner?" I often heard him saying this when he struggled with the course in literature at his secondary school. I think I would now be able to reply to that question: "That's for the same reason why they'd better not put the "Nature's Reserve" sign at the end of the world.
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