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Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.D^_j After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,hR. we ourselves flash and yearn,en.!5 and moreover my mother told me as a boy'_j9sA (repeatingly) "Ever to confess you're boredYY0O means you have noTLI5: ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ iu Inner Resources." I conclude now I have noq inner resources, because I am heavy bored.H,a5! Peoples bore me,a+?%( literature bores me, especially great literature,&*pw Henry bores me, with his plights & gripesG/*' as bad as Achilles,D]lt]w ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ .]>j who loves people and valiant art, which bores me.f And the tranquil hills, & gin, look like a dragX5pWe and somehow a dog(n,qz has taken itself & its tail considerably away`soUo into the mountains or sea or sky, leavingPuB"6z behind: me, wag.lxwR' ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ Axl For the poem, http://www.pith.net/pithfiles/ds14.htm~?U ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ 4g? Polar Bear, Art WolfeBT@" ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ %V, ========================================================7k} ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ Z<
I ove this poem :) vivivj3
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