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From: | Noll Poe |
Subject: | [bothans-dev] skeptical theorize |
Date: | Wed, 20 Sep 2006 17:32:16 +0200 |
This rather wicked idea came into Somers mind: the
lambof God grown into a sheep.
The salvation of souls seems too speculative a job.
Somers was bored, but he had a shrewdsuspicion that the other two men really enjoyed
it.
Now thatstory was told by the woman
herself.
Very glad to see you, he said, in a voice half
Australian, halfofficial.
I KNOW if youand me was mates, we could put any
blooming thing through.
His muse hes not in love with, he murmured to
himself.
I hope you are going to writesomething for
us.
Almost a grotesque, like a Chinese
Buddha.
White, said Somers, oblivious of the poised
Chinaman.
The noise of waters, anddumbness like a
fish.
Why, said Somers, equivocally, I might be
anywhere.
Their host sent them home in his motor-car. I think
you were very horrid to me, but also very nice, so Ihope you dont think the worst of
me.
Not like me, I go at it in jumps like a kangaroo.
He stirred his little gold coffee-cup slowly. It was when the Prince of Wales was in
India just now.
Believe the flame of your ownheart, and be with
me.
But still we persuade ourselves that they ARE
violets.
It absolutely takes the wind outof anybodys sails
who wants to say Im IT.
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