Tuesday, February 10, 2004
Run-on Sentences
If it so happens that I find inside the walls of my home a bee that has managed its way through a tiny crack or wedge in the door or window sill, I can never bring myself to kill the creature (as would so easily be the case if I was inclined), but instead I prefer to go to the trouble of taking a glass and a single piece of paper and to wait for the bee to tire and land and sit reasonably still before I stealthily place the glass over the poor fellow and slide the piece of paper below.
It is from this position that I can take the bee back outside. For it was no fault of his own that he has mistaken my house for something entirely different. And who am I to play god?
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