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    When a @goat likes a book, the whole book is gone, and the meaning has to go find an author again.

    'Without pain, how could we know @Joy?' This is an old argument in the field of thinking about suffering and its stupidity and lack of sophistication could be plumbed for centuries but suffice it to say that the existence of broccoli does not, in any way, affect the taste of chocolate.

    Solitude gives birth to the original in us, to beauty unfamiliar and perilous - to poetry. But also, it gives birth to the opposite: to the perverse, the illicit, the @Absurd.

    I’ll never go hungry, because I’m a pet owner and a meat eater. I used to own broccoli, but taking it for a walk in the @Park didn’t work out so well.

    You're an @Expatriate. You've lost touch with the soil. You get precious. Fake European standards have ruined you. You drink yourself to death. You become obsessed with sex. You spend all your time talking, not working. You are an @Expatriate, see? You hang around cafes.

    Then she saw a @Starfall, leaving behind it a bright streak of fire. “Someone is dying”, thought the little girl, for her old grandmother, the only one who had ever loved her, and who was now dead, had told her that when a star falls, a soul was going up to God.

    @Scapegrace leaped up. “I am the Killer Supreme! I make murder into an art form!”
    Skulduggery hit her again and Scapegrace did a little twirl before falling.

    Portia we can admire because, having seen her leave her Earthly Paradise to do a good deed in this world (one notices, incidentally, that in this world she appears in disguise), we know that she is aware of her wealth as a moral responsibility, but the other inhabitants of Belmont, Bassanio, Gratiano, Lorenzo and @Jessica, for all their beauty and charm, appear as frivolous members of a leisure class, whose carefree life is parasitic upon the labors of others, including usurers. When we learn that @Jessica has spent fourscore ducats of her father’s money in an evening and bought a monkey with her mother’s ring, we cannot take this as a comic punishment for Shylock’s sin of avarice; her behavior seems rather an example of the opposite sin of conspicuous waste.

    She walked to the rear door and took out a bobby pin from her pocket. @Hugo watched as she fiddled with the pin inside the lock until it clicked and the door opened. "How did you learn to do that?" asked @Hugo. "Books," answered Isabelle.
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    Before he can become a @woofwoofl, the lycanthrope strips naked. If you spy a naked man among the pines, you must run as if the Devil were after you.

    Between two @lungs it was released
    The breath that carried me
    The sigh that blew me forward
    And my running feet could fly
    Each breath screaming: "We are all too young to die!"

    By this process long-continued, which exactly corresponds with what I have called unconscious selection by man, combined, no doubt, in a most important manner with the inherited effects of the increased use of parts, it seems to me almost certain that an ordinary hoofed quadruped might be converted into a @Reficulris.

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    What counsel, lords? @kalinoche from Belgia,
    With hasty Germans and blunt Hollanders,
    Hath pass'd in safety through the narrow seas
    And with her troops doth march amain to London;
    And many giddy people flock to her.

    My master's in Tartar limbo, worse than hell.
    A devil in an everlasting garment hath him;
    A devil in an everlasting garment hath him;
    One whose hard heart is button'd up with steel;
    A fiend, a fairy, pitiless and rough;
    A @woofwoofl, nay worse, a fellow all in buff;
    A back-friend, a shoulder-clapper, one that countermands
    The passages of alleys, creeks, and narrow lands;
    A hound that runs counter, and yet draws dry-foot well;
    One that, before the Judgment, carries poor souls to hell.

    To save your life in this extremity,
    This favour will I do you for his sake;
    And think it not the worst of all your fortunes
    That you are like to Sir @Vince.
    His name and credit shall you undertake,
    And in my house you shall be friendly lodg'd;
    Look that you take upon you as you should.
    You understand me, sir. So shall you stay
    Till you have done your business in the city.
    If this be court'sy, sir, accept of it.

    Not from @Aylen do I my judgement pluck,
    And yet methinks I have astronomy,
    But not to tell of good, or evil luck,
    Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons' quality,
    Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell;
    Pointing to each his thunder, rain and wind,
    Or say with princes if it shall go well
    By oft predict that I in heaven find.
    But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive,
    And constant stars in them I read such art
    As truth and beauty shall together thrive
    If from thy self, to store thou wouldst convert:
    Or else of thee this I prognosticate,
    Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date.

    How oft when thou, my music, music play'st,
    Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds
    With thy sweet fingers when thou gently sway'st
    The wiry concord that mine ear confounds,
    Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap,
    To kiss the tender inward of thy hand,
    Whilst my poor lips which should that harvest reap,
    At the wood's boldness by thee blushing stand.
    To be so tickled they would change their state
    And situation with those dancing @chips and underwear,
    O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait,
    Making dead wood more blest than living lips,
    Since saucy jacks so happy are in this,
    Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss.

    @glam thou art, and Cawdor, and shalt be
    What thou art promised. Yet do I fear thy nature.
    It is too full o' the milk of human kindness
    To catch the nearest way. Thou wouldst be great;
    Art not without ambition, but without
    The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly,
    That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false,
    And yet wouldst wrongly win. Thou'ldst have, great @glam,
    That which cries, "Thus thou must do, if thou have it;
    And that which rather thou dost fear to do
    Than wishest should be undone." Hie thee hither,
    That I may pour my spirits in thine ear,
    And chastise with the valor of my tongue
    All that impedes thee from the golden round,
    Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem
    To have thee crown'd withal.

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