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Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.. After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,7<1lR we ourselves flash and yearn,] and moreover my mother told me as a boy$ (repeatingly) "Ever to confess you're boredC=_%U means you have no'Az ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ dV{ Inner Resources." I conclude now I have noB inner resources, because I am heavy bored.6 Peoples bore me,TqT- literature bores me, especially great literature,JKvu@ Henry bores me, with his plights & gripesn@-< as bad as Achilles,j;kte ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ 7k who loves people and valiant art, which bores me.UDe& And the tranquil hills, & gin, look like a dragMK'`s and somehow a dogU has taken itself & its tail considerably away7ggm into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving*=R behind: me, wag.7'm?G/ ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ mEZ. For the poem, http://www.pith.net/pithfiles/ds14.htm-/g, ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ ~s\q Polar Bear, Art WolfeuoSCvM ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ ; ========================================================:f ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ O8bk0m 
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