Gradual
A lost-looking pedestrian with a violin case asked a New York City policeman: “How do I get to Carnegie Hall?” the answer was: “Practice, man, practice.” There’s no easier way. You learn to do it…
A lost-looking pedestrian with a violin case asked a New York City policeman: “How do I get to Carnegie Hall?” the answer was: “Practice, man, practice.” There’s no easier way. You learn to do it…
Yet who can tell how many times each day our curiosity is tempted by the most trivial and insignificant matters? –Saint Augustine, Confessions, trans. R. S. Pine-Coffin