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Her Image Had Passed Into His Soul For Ever And No Word Had Broken The Holy Silence Of His Ecstasy. Her Eyes Had Called Him And His Soul Had Leaped At The Call. To Live, To Err, To Fall, To Triumph, To Recreate Life Out Of Life! A Wild Angel Had Appeared To Him, The Angel Of Mortal Youth And Beauty, An Envoy From The Fair Courts Of Life, To Throw Open Before Him In An Instant Of Ecstasy The Gates Of All The Ways Of Error And Glory. On And On And On And On!

And Jesus Was A Jew Too. Your God. He Was A Jew Like Me. And So Was His Father.

This Race And This Country And This Life Produced Me, He Said. I Shall Express Myself As I Am.

Ask No Questions And You'll Hear No Lies.

Thought Is The Thought Of Thought.