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Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.qiNg After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,<4i we ourselves flash and yearn,5^Jd{> and moreover my mother told me as a boy.dwo (repeatingly) "Ever to confess you're boredL means you have nos/? ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ fR Inner Resources." I conclude now I have no}lX8@E inner resources, because I am heavy bored.q Peoples bore me,. literature bores me, especially great literature,szyA Henry bores me, with his plights & gripesSJ\WG as bad as Achilles,= ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ ! who loves people and valiant art, which bores me.j Qr%| And the tranquil hills, & gin, look like a drag3U3F"P and somehow a dogcxaP/4 has taken itself & its tail considerably awayvz\ into the mountains or sea or sky, leavingkbFz behind: me, wag.<jvA ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ D`1_xh For the poem, http://www.pith.net/pithfiles/ds14.htm? ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ ^~- Polar Bear, Art Wolfesy0 ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ g6 ========================================================{.=$PL ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ O9|0
I ove this poem :) vivi^tWWx
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