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*beau* · 11/11/2010

“Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for
a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to
stretch out over the whole of time.”

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*extremes* · 06/11/2010

“Everything tends to make us believe that there exists a certain point of the mind at which life and death, the real and the imagined, past and future, the communicable and the incommunicable, high and low, cease to be perceived as contradictions.”

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*ABC* · 27/10/2010

“Romance, who loves to nod and sing,
With drowsy head and folded wing,
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been- a most familiar bird-
Taught me my alphabet to say-
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie,
A child- with a most knowing eye.”

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*principle* · 22/10/2010

“The joke of our time is the suicide of intention.”

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