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From: | Reggie Norris |
Subject: | [Bug-gne] nonentity |
Date: | Sat, 26 Aug 2006 22:24:00 +0300 |
The advancing monks weresheltering their eyes under
their left arms.
Dont you see that to help a man win saber fights is
toincrease his faith in sabers?
His heart is sound enough,but when the brain sees
disadvantages the head prevails. He is carved from ablock of marble that crops out
from between retaining walls ofporphyry.
Iwarn you: stay away, if you have any hunger for
the life you knew. The rest of the cave is partly porphyry and partly
limestone.
It stifles thought with ostracism and withbayonets,
and then flatters itself how wise it is. Grim pulled up the yak-skin bench and sat
beside me. The whole universe seemsfull of evil to him. There was no confusion
betweenyes and no.
Too far away to have come to your help one second
sooner than I did.
As Iclimbed, the lower rungs fell one by one, so
there was no way downagain. Plus was plus; minuswas minus; there was no borderland
of doubt between them.
I willwait for Grim in India if we can persuade him
not to come back with us.
But no two healthy men think quitealike, or there
would be no such thing as independent judgment.
I will tale you back to India, I said at last. Like
any true musician, or poet, or sculptor, we are always doingour best to stir
humanity.
Grim said Rao Singh was wearing aturban; my version
of it was a loose fur cap.
His answering shout went echoing among the
crags:Rung ho! I will tale you back to India, I said at last. The cold, and thewind
moaning in through the double entrance added physical discomfort.
And that is another circumstance in favor of the
dream theory.
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