"Prologue: The Birth of Architecture" by poet W.H.Auden
Some thirty inches from my nose
The frontier of my Person goes,
And all the untilled air between
Is private pagus or demesne.
Stranger, unless with bedroom eyes
I beckon you to fraternize,
Beware of rudely crossing it:
I have no gun, but i can spit.
So moral of this poem? Don't come too close to me, or I'll get scared instead and run far far FAR away from you!
Something like that. =) But don't distance yourself too far either. okay? Ahh my point is, don't know me INSIDE OUT. Logical?
Okay never mind. Just a thought. I like the poem anyway ha ha. It's from my communications textbook, interpersonal communication, Chapter 6: Expectancy Violations Theory.
That's it! See ya =)
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yes! that chapter very important ah! ahhh..
yeah la yeah la hahahaha cause it's YOUR chapter! good luck for your presentation! I'll be listening very attentively! grin =)
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