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Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.$X 4s After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,x&- we ourselves flash and yearn,(IE*; and moreover my mother told me as a boyb (repeatingly) "Ever to confess you're bored }Wz' means you have no$ei ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ X!2 Inner Resources." I conclude now I have noC< inner resources, because I am heavy bored.q<Q[11 Peoples bore me,O literature bores me, especially great literature,( Henry bores me, with his plights & gripesZ5) as bad as Achilles,g ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ _KpG{L who loves people and valiant art, which bores me.KdgZ^ And the tranquil hills, & gin, look like a dragr and somehow a dog6 has taken itself & its tail considerably awayxBg6Py into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving CV\ behind: me, wag.Y ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ X:(%V For the poem, http://www.pith.net/pithfiles/ds14.htmI ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ 3 Polar Bear, Art Wolfex ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ [( ========================================================F ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ 2K,rHK
I ove this poem :) vivi`C
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