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When A Man Is Born...there Are Nets Flung At It To Hold It Back From Flight. You Talk To Me Of Nationality, Language, Religion. I Shall Try To Fly By Those Nets.

(...) You Cruel Creature, Little Mite Of A Thing With A Heart The Size Of A Fullstop.

Does Nobody Understand?

What Did It Avail To Pray When He Knew His Soul Lusted After Its Own Destruction?

Man And Woman, Love, What Is It? A Cork And A Bottle.