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It is always easy to spy the EMERGENCY EXIT, & this makes me want to save lives like a superhero. In all of the early mornings of this life, I must spit in keyholes like Frank O'Hara, & what's more: I steal other people's mail that today has not come for anybody anyhow.

I read the message, not the date,

156.999... Translator's Note. — This sentence in the original is obviously meant to illustrate the fault of which it speaks. It does so by the use of a construction very common in the original, but happily unknown in translation; however, the fault itself still exists nonetheless, though in different form.

154. "I felt in his pockets, one after another. A few small coins, a thimble, and some thread and big needles, a piece of pigtail tobacco bitten away at the end, his gully with the crooked handle, a pocket compass, and a tinder box were all that they contained, and I began to despair."

152. Of course we are unfinished.

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the figure that appears suddenly as a guide, marking a new period, a new stage, in the biography.

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I write down my dreams because I understand them once symbols become written.

142. If Hamlet was indeed sleeping in a similar bed, then Vladimir Nabokov was bounded in a nutshell similar to Hamlet's.

141. The true crux of the matter had little to do with space and passages,

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