Wailing

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What a splendid life it must be, under the sea. Up here, all is strife and cacophony, as event jostles event and occurrence elbows occurrence out of the way to push ahead of event. Perspective and proportion are deafened and muffled by a raucous round of cries and claims and pitches, of chattering spinner and strident spinned against. The noise, my dear, and the people, as the sensitive subaltern so soundly said of life in Flanders. And there's still a day to go before the Brazil game.

What a splendid life it must be, under the sea. Up here, all is strife and cacophony, as event jostles event and occurrence elbows occurrence out of the way to push ahead of event. Perspective and proportion are deafened and muffled by a raucous round of cries and claims and pitches, of chattering spinner and strident spinned against. The noise, my dear, and the people, as the sensitive subaltern so soundly said of life in Flanders. And there's still a day to go before the Brazil game.

Under the sea, by contrast, we learn today, the loudest thing you will hear is the mating song of the male fin whale, low-frequency love ballads that can make even the coldest female fin whale close its eyes and think of – well, whales. Would that Love had such primacy above the waves! There is no confirmation as yet, though, that the most popular number down there is Blubber Come Back To Me.

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