"And thus, though surrounded by circle upon circle of consternations and affrights, did these inscrutable creatures at the centre freely and fearlessly indulge in all peaceful concernments; yea, serenely reveled in dalliance and delight. But even so, amid the tornadoed Atlantic of my being, do I myself still for ever centrally disport in mute calm; and while ponderous planets of unwaning woe revolve round me, deep down and deep inland there I still bathe me in eternal mildness of joy."
--Herman Melville, Moby Dick
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Reminds me of that old country song, Mommas don;t let your baby's grow up to be zombies.
Seriously, though, I used to think that the Kenny Rogers song was saying, "You've picked a fine time to leave me Lucille, 400 kids and no crops in the field." 400 kids, all hungy and whining -- who'd be the shuffling undead then, eh?
Funny, that shot kinda reminded me of Coal Miners' Daughter.
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