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[bothans-dev] commemorative


From: Valentine Gillespie
Subject: [bothans-dev] commemorative
Date: Sat, 9 Sep 2006 03:27:39 +0200

Your voices sound like treescreaking in a forest.
It is the memory of my nose that recalls me. It was shewho dropped on my face those scalding tears which are terrible,beautiful; both, neither. Of story, of design, I do notsee a trace then.
What do youthink their takings have been today?
He haunted meanstreets and towns where women lay drunk, naked, on counterpanes onChristmas day. This, for themoment, seems to be my life. She had a basin in which she sailed petals of whiteflowers. They become Susan and Bernard, Jinny and Neville, people we know.
The gardenerssweep with great brooms and the lady sits writing. Already they are beginning to smooth their napkins by the side oftheir plates.
Making love to a nursemaid behind a tree,that soldier is more admirable than all the stars.
Still I gape, said Susan, like a young bird, unsatisfied, forsomething that has escaped me.
I have sat before a looking-glass as you sit writing, adding upfigures at desks.
Here are one or two of the figures I saw.
The fish, the veal cutlets, the wine have bluntedthe sharp tooth of egotism. He had the kind of beautywhich defends itself from any caress.
We are landed; we are on shore; we are sitting, six of us,at a table.
Thescrannel beauties of your roof-tops repel me.
But now look, as we stand here, a ripple breaks on the horizon. Built up with much pain, many strokes, said Jinny. They neither see nor hear; yet on they go. His heroes wore bowler-hats and talkedabout selling pianos for tenners.
Andimmense dullness would descend unbroken, monotonous. But now listen;tick, tick; hoot, hoot; the world has hailed us back to it.
Three hundred years now seem no more than amoment vanished against that dog. Thus preserved, his tastelater was of extreme fineness. That is not to be borne, I said, as I satbeside her on the roots that were hard as skeletons. Soon one recovers belief in figures: but not at once in what theyput on their heads. I walkedstraight up to you instead of circling round to avoid the shock ofsensation as I used.
It forms on theroof of the mind and falls into pools beneath.

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