The last man on Earth sat alone in a room.
There was a knock on the door.
Frederick Brown
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Knock_(short_story)
Imagine all human beings swept off the face of the earth, excepting one man. Imagine this man in some vast city, New York or London. Imagine him on the third or fourth day of his solitude sitting in a house and hearing a ring at the door-bell! (Ponkapog Papers, 1904[1])
Thomas Bailey Aldrich
http://www.gutenberg.org/files/625/625-h/625-h.htm
These paintings are by Raphael Scott Abeng
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guanyin
http://ignca.nic.in/ks_41028.htm#Dreams
A Rat is a Rat is a Rat
And that’s that.
Rat-ta-tat-tat
Art is a farce is a farce
A farce by any other name still smells.
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