Seventeen, as I have had cause to remark before, is a prime number. It lies seductively between the boredom of 16 (O, square of squares!) and 18 (which bears the brunt of maturity in too many places). And so, on the 17th of every month I make a note that I have survived yet another month's ides, and am well on my way towards its end.
Labels: Calendar, Odd Thoughts
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