writing Chinese instruction manuals. They say we am vely good on it, maybe go for see doctor sometimes.
And so, the monkey kept banging away on their typewriters, and, the band played on.
As day became night, night melted to morning, and again darkness fell, the crowd noticed an omnipresent sound, seemingly emanating from everywhere, and nowhere.
Almost that of a Gregorian chant, sung by hundreds, nay, thousands of small, but "BASSO PROFUNDO" voiced monks.
What is that tune, the crowd murmured..........
until, someone announced:
I recognize that song, from long ago, and far away.....it's..........