Thursday, August 9, 2012

Retrodictions, canto 3, quatrain 4

I turn the key, release the brake;
two hundred horses roar with power;
but traffic only lets me make
a torpid forty miles an hour.

Commentary by Brother Quark:
Though blessed with power, these sorcerers are cursed with impatience.

Commentary by N. Hellerstein:
This is about automobiles.

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