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Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.s!7 After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,` we ourselves flash and yearn,7!f^,p and moreover my mother told me as a boyUEP\9 (repeatingly) "Ever to confess you're boredsR},T means you have no)W0q ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ E-# Inner Resources." I conclude now I have nouwARZ inner resources, because I am heavy bored.bT) Peoples bore me,=#D literature bores me, especially great literature,|Wpb/X Henry bores me, with his plights & gripesn as bad as Achilles,SGT ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ ?Y8^ who loves people and valiant art, which bores me.)c2 And the tranquil hills, & gin, look like a drag~K and somehow a dogjR7 has taken itself & its tail considerably awaypa?~ into the mountains or sea or sky, leavingSV%K?- behind: me, wag.z` R ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ PLg For the poem, http://www.pith.net/pithfiles/ds14.htm%o4&5 ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ {4f,o Polar Bear, Art Wolfe^<w ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ wF7$u( ========================================================T(DGX ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ ^H?
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