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Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.Hg8]LQ After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,2sl we ourselves flash and yearn,kDL and moreover my mother told me as a boyA~p (repeatingly) "Ever to confess you're bored,#q. means you have no<S'6e] ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ +; Inner Resources." I conclude now I have noE inner resources, because I am heavy bored.JwiNR' Peoples bore me,13 literature bores me, especially great literature,{=$G Henry bores me, with his plights & gripeslU> as bad as Achilles,z'MNYn ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ .Ur`U who loves people and valiant art, which bores me.!{(n1; And the tranquil hills, & gin, look like a drag| and somehow a dog`d6X0 has taken itself & its tail considerably awayoF/n into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving'?\ behind: me, wag.ues ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ R&/G For the poem, http://www.pith.net/pithfiles/ds14.htm+TrS8 ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ O Polar Bear, Art Wolfev ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ uel7 ========================================================Way13l ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ B
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