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I feel that my soul is bolted into my body and cannot free itself to flee far from beaches beaten by the human sea, and be no longer witness to the ghastly pack of calamities which without respite, across the quagmires and abysses of boundless dejection, pursues the human izard. But I do not complain. I received life like a wound, and I have forbidden suicide to heal the scar.

you in w hom are nobly enthroned as in their natural
habitat, by com m on consent and an indestructible bond, the sw eet virtue
of com m unication and the divine graces — w hy are you not w ith me, yo u r
quicksilver belly against my breast of aluminium , both of us seated on
some rock by the shore, to m editate upon this spectacle I adore!