A florists testimony -- on the innocence of the thorns of his roses Dear judge and respected sirs - A florist I am, and flowers of various breed I do store. But to say with honesty, though every Lily has its glamour and each Orchid its lure, none fascinates more than the Rose with thorns. Ah, but why the thorns? Thorns that bleed a maiden's fingertip, a vivid spot of crimson amongst the snow; Why the thorn that poisons love when love's most vulnerable to venomous blows? So they come to ask me, 'Why not gently pluck those thorns, kind florist, so that squires may flirt their lady with bouquets of no hurt?' Wise sirs, hear a poor florist's tale - for truely did I once sell to my customers of thornless roses; yet they eyed the bouquet with doubt and paid me with curses: 'Thou art a liar, for these are no roses! Roses prick, these do not, and why would I buy a love that is not real?' For ya see, admirable sirs, it is the belief that it would bruise that they call a flower rose, and a rose is named upon its tempting harm; a rose is not a rose if it has no traits of a rose, yet what the traits of a rose must be are made not by the rose itself. It is the illusory value of the rose that rose-seekers seek, the artificial romance of which romancers dream. I plea for the innocence of its sting, if I could I would have said to it: 'Thy name of rose, Rose, is given to thee not by the creator of thy shape, but by the exploiter of nature, the usurper of love.' Sworn by whole heart of mine truthfulness, So ends a florist's testimony. -- 安东尼站在凯撒的遗体前，对着罗马市民如此说道:「兄弟们，罗马的好公民， 我的同胞，请竖耳垂听我一言! 我今日到此，是来干譑比尔盖兹，并无意颂扬 Window XP。并吞小企业的恶迹可遗臭万年，而其系统一当机就使打半天的文 章随一抔黄土灰飞烟灭。因此，我今日只盼微软可以卖便宜一点。」 --

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