Thursday, August 31, 2006

Subject: unearthly insufficiency

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Subject: unearthly insufficiency

Shepervades poetry from cover to cover; she is all but absent from history.
Thus provided, thus confident and enquiring, I set out in the pursuit oftruth. A ribbon ofvery large letters ran across the page.
Ifthey did not think so, they never could he afraid of women knowing asmuch as themselves. It was very beautiful, very mysterious in the autumnmoonlight.
Imaginatively she is of thehighest importance; practically she is completely insignificant.
What is the realnature of what I call for the moment their anger?
a penny ofher own. plants on barrows. He Was
But it was anger that had gone underground and mixed itselfwith all kinds of other emotions. Cant we find a pretty girl to sit in the front row?
TWOThe scene, if I may ask you to follow me, was now changed.
One seemed alone with an inscrutable society.
Are you aware that you are, perhaps, the most discussedanimal in the universe?
Why was one sex so prosperous and the other so poor? The usual hoarse-voiced men paraded thestreets with plants on barrows. More than anything, perhaps, creatures ofillusion as we are, it calls for confidence in oneself. First there are nine months before the baby is born.
Have you any notion how many arewritten by men?
The old stone looked very white and venerable.

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