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Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.8+2 After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,3V we ourselves flash and yearn,FR and moreover my mother told me as a boydl`o@, (repeatingly) "Ever to confess you're boredvpL& means you have nob7Y2Fj ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ <a Inner Resources." I conclude now I have noe inner resources, because I am heavy bored.8qW Peoples bore me,DG_vR2 literature bores me, especially great literature,5 <d* Henry bores me, with his plights & gripes5f1a as bad as Achilles,u4besM ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ "2= who loves people and valiant art, which bores me.N75B] And the tranquil hills, & gin, look like a drag')OHd and somehow a dogdX8~} has taken itself & its tail considerably awayJ into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving. behind: me, wag.@Y<H$ ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ ag+^O For the poem, http://www.pith.net/pithfiles/ds14.htm^>dAN ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ y)Y Polar Bear, Art WolfeUE ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ ) n#_ ========================================================i ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ U,
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