Life can be compared to the movements of an eccentric clock. Sometimes the clock moves backwards and we are forced to live our memories. Sometimes the dials get stuck and we have to live with present. Sometimes the dials move forwards and then there is anticipation of the future.
I was going through a 9th grade English Grammar text and lo I stumbled upon something that is so peculiar, that which disintegrates all that is sensible.
Here is the example: Every Boy and Every Girl is to wear uniform. What is peculiar in this sentence is there are two noun subjects: Every Boy and Every Girl. What is fascinatingly ironic is, the verb is (singular) instead of are (plural)is used.
Boys and Girls find it difficult to comprehend the meanings. I wonder who is the maestro who created such ambiguities of language?
You blossomed flower—you petal of beauty—your body is an ornament to adore—your lips part like flowers—how sensuous it is to kiss them—how gorgeous is your hair as black as the night—your breasts are monuments of passion—your orifices are melting honey.