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Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.4y After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,D4@FM. we ourselves flash and yearn,hk and moreover my mother told me as a boy[zk (repeatingly) "Ever to confess you're boredjOXA}s means you have noez ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ KEq Inner Resources." I conclude now I have nof&q@L inner resources, because I am heavy bored.; Peoples bore me,`Ot4cN literature bores me, especially great literature,,75iA Henry bores me, with his plights & gripesgbUaG5 as bad as Achilles,lT[w ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ CI" who loves people and valiant art, which bores me.9irG And the tranquil hills, & gin, look like a drag>G and somehow a dog5| has taken itself & its tail considerably away~1" into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving] behind: me, wag.v. ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ U9]rS For the poem, http://www.pith.net/pithfiles/ds14.htm= xq3E ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ brMz.1 Polar Bear, Art WolfeB ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ e#YRQ ========================================================G=6 ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ 6*5
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