Tea leaves thwart those who court Catastrophe, designing futures where nothing will occur:
cross the gypsy's palm and yawning she
will still predict no perils left to conquer.
Jeopardy is jejune now, naive knight
finds ogres out-of-date and dragons unheard of,
while blase princesses indict
tilts at terror as downright absurd.
Sylvia Plath
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