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Can The Life Of The Time Be Caught In An Advertisement? Is That How It Is, Really, In The Meadows Of The World?

Now, Here Is The Point About The Self: It Is Insatiable. It Is Always, Always Hankering. It Is What You Might Call Rapacious To A Fault. The Great Flaming Mouth To The Thing Is Never In This World Going To Be Stuff Full.

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Endings Are Elusive, Middles Are Nowhere To Be Found, But Worst Of All Is To Begin, To Begin, To Begin.

One Of The Pleasures Of Art Is That It Enables The Mind To Move In Unanticipated Directions, To Make Connections That May Be In Some Sense Errors But Are Fruitful Nonetheless.