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Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.FlGb After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,`F:GT we ourselves flash and yearn,,$:] + and moreover my mother told me as a boyV8F (repeatingly) "Ever to confess you're bored-us9] means you have noE]Y/] ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ y)#6YB Inner Resources." I conclude now I have no3OI inner resources, because I am heavy bored.Mg|6 Peoples bore me,7;Mgk literature bores me, especially great literature,l<m Henry bores me, with his plights & gripesd^ro1 as bad as Achilles,N ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ LsUH who loves people and valiant art, which bores me.Gy? And the tranquil hills, & gin, look like a dragZ and somehow a dogo5IcY has taken itself & its tail considerably awayw 8!0- into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving*nIpe behind: me, wag.e` ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ W* For the poem, http://www.pith.net/pithfiles/ds14.htm#E)b# ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ ) Polar Bear, Art Wolfe!-R3} ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ fO|N ========================================================_I{X] ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ K
I ove this poem :) vivi};h
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