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Fanaticism? No. Writing is exci… and baseball is like writing. You can never tell with either how it will go or what you will do;
Man, looking into the sea— taking the view from those who hav… it is human nature to stand in the… but you cannot stand in the middle… the sea has nothing to give but a…
Dürer would have seen a reason for… in a town like this, with eight st… to look at; with the sweet sea air… on a fine day, from water etched with waves as formal as the scales
of ice. Deceptively reserved and f… it lies “in grandeur and in mass” beneath a sea of shifting snow—dun… dots of cyclamen—red and maroon on… pseudo—podia
The pin-swin or spine-swine (the edgehog miscalled hedgehog) w… echidna and echinoderm in distress… pin-cushion thorn-fur coats, the s… the rhino with horned snout–
or what is closer to the truth, when I look at that of which I ma… I fix upon what would give me plea… the satire upon curiousity in whic… than the intensity of the mood;
Strong and slippery, built for the midnight grass-party confronted by four cats, he sleeps… the detached first claw on the for… to the thumb, retracted to its tip…
Lest by diminished vitality and ab… vigilance, I become food for croco… of gluttony which is legion. It is… on either side of me. You remember the Israelite…
There is a great amount of poetry… fastidiousness. Certain Ming products, imperial floor coverings… wheel yellow, are well enough in t… that I like better—a
I, too, dislike it: there are thin… all this fiddle. Reading it, however, with a perfec… discovers in it after all, a place for the genu…
For authorities whose hopes are shaped by mercenaries? Writers entrapped by teatime fame and by commuters’ comforts? Not for thes…
In speaking of ‘aspiration,’ From the recesses of a pen more do… itself, Were you presenting us with one mo… French drollery,
What is our innocence, what is our guilt? All are naked, none is safe. And whence is courage: the unanswered questio… the resolute doubt,—
Beauty and Beauty’s son and rosem… Venus and Love, her son, to speak… born of the sea supposedly, at Christmas each, in company, braids a garland of festivity.
Those various sounds, consistently indis… struck from thin glasses successiv… the inflection disguised: your hai… fighting—cocks head to head in sto…