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Naturally
this progressed to an exploration of abstract troll conditions, such as
a shared third language bridging the misunderstandings between two
foreigners abroad. (Are
botched idiomatic expressions the trolls of such a bridge?) This
quickly got silly, until I was saying “Love is the bridge that spans the
gulf of historic enmity, man.” Which in turn made me think of a
yet-to-be-recorded AC/DC song:
That is all.When we cross that bridgeWe’re gonna burn itBut before you rideYou got to earn itFirst you gotta pay that tollYou owe seven dollars to theLOVE TROLL.
--Steve Kilian