This has to be one of the most heart-rending things I've read in a long time. I'm just happy that I'm able to read this AFTER we had Porter, I don't know if I could get through this if it turned out that we couldn't have kids.
It reminds me of a string of wet sponges; it reminds me of tattered washing on the line; it reminds me of stale bean soup, of college yells, of dogs barking idiotically through endless nights. It is so bad that a sort of grandeur creeps into it. It drags itself out of the dark abysm…of pish, and crawls insanely up to the topmost pinnacle of posh. It is rumble and bumble. It is flap and doodle. It is balder and dash.
-H.L. Mencken
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