Unquestionable are the holes in the ozone layer.
Tomorrow’s day, too, is, to a good extent, unquestionable.
The printing of this poem, weekly results
of matches of the Primera Division, a handful of small
and large events–they’re for sure unquestionable. At least as much
as the smell of coffee and the color of my jacket.
–from Great Preparations by Pavle Goranovic
