the aftermath of the republican victory in the 2002 midterm election brings to mind the haunting possibility that bush's cynicism further destroys the perception of the united states of america as the land of optimism, which articulates my fears with the bungling white house administration.

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meanwhile, this is my call, my plea, my request to you, the faithful readers.

i took a photo of one of the whiteboards here in the office and the lighting effects looked amazing. so i want to scribble up one of my favourite quotes, but i can't recall the author.

so, i need to know who wrote:

i float like a fœtus in suspended disbelief.

it was in a freeform verse from my grade 11 english class about flying in a passenger plane. any assistance you may offer would be greatly appreciated. i've tried searching with all the variant spellings (i float like a fetus in suspended disbelief or i float like a foetus in suspended disbelief) but i've been stumped for years. author, full poem, information, whatever. if you know anything that can help, comment away.