A razor company once invited George Bernard Shaw to shave his famous beard. He responded with a postcard:
Gentlemen:
I shall never shave, for the same reason that I started a beard, and for the reason my father started his. I remember standing at his side, when I was five, while he was shaving for the last time. “Father,” I asked, “Why do you shave?” He stood there for a full minute and finally looked down at me. “Why the hell do I?” he said.
– GBS
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I found your blog while searching for a half-remembered Charles Bukowski poem, and now I've been trawling for an hour or more. Thank you.
I found your blog while searching for a half-remembered Charles Bukowski poem, and now I've been trawling for an hour or more. Thank you.
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