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Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.,(w-" After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,i89"O$ we ourselves flash and yearn,U@$,r) and moreover my mother told me as a boyg (repeatingly) "Ever to confess you're bored{_\xw means you have noFG ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ mo Inner Resources." I conclude now I have no= inner resources, because I am heavy bored.-vU Peoples bore me,a[ literature bores me, especially great literature,F Henry bores me, with his plights & gripesogyT1\ as bad as Achilles, Y_ ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ . who loves people and valiant art, which bores me.-HH$6: And the tranquil hills, & gin, look like a dragfkcnEa and somehow a dog(: has taken itself & its tail considerably away>{$^ into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving> behind: me, wag.3 ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ >O|s;8 For the poem, http://www.pith.net/pithfiles/ds14.htmrs?mB ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ CwK%V Polar Bear, Art Wolfe4.u<r ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ C$Pyh ========================================================a! ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ &<4P
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