The absent-minded maestro was racing up New York’s Seventh Avenue to a rehearsal, when a stranger stopped him. “Pardon me,” he said, “can you tell me how to get to Carnegie Hall?”
“Yes,” answered the maestro breathlessly. “Practice!”
–“The Wit Parade” by E.E. Kenyon on March 13, 1955
I wanna be a goth wifey so bad 😔
The absent-minded maestro was racing up New York’s Seventh Avenue to a rehearsal, when a stranger stopped him. “Pardon me,” he said, “can you tell me how to get to Carnegie Hall?”
“Yes,” answered the maestro breathlessly. “Practice!”
–“The Wit Parade” by E.E. Kenyon on March 13, 1955
A good ambition. Practice. I believe in you!
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