A Mountain in the throes of birth
Sent up a clamor so loud
That everyone, running toward the noise,
Believed it would surely bring forth
A City bigger than Paris:
It gave birth to a Mouse.
When I think of this Fable,
Whose tale is a lie
And whose meaning is true,
I picture an Author
Who says: I shall sing the war
That the Titans waged against the Master of thunder.
That promises a great deal: but what often comes of it?
Hot air.
Jean de La Fontaine
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