Answer:
The one who makes it, sells it. The one who buys it, never uses it. The one that uses it never knows that heβs using it.
What is the freedom of birds and the pen of old men?
No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month.
I heard of a wonder, of words moth-eaten. That is a strange thing, I thought, weird. That a man's song be swallowed by a worm. His blinded sentences, his bedside stand-by rustled in the night - and the robber-guest. Not one wit the wiser. For the words he had mumbled.
What kind of nut is empty at the center and has no shell.
What language does a billboard speak?