Od svih parodija koje trenutno putuju mailovima, ova mi je daleko najjače pogodila u srž problema:


Misao dana:
We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.

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