one should never play martyr
there are martyrs beyond you
one should never argue apocalypse
without your whole lifetime before
you, which is impossible
Pushkin said, ‘my sadness
is luminous'—this is
his reason
Ralph flew to Bristol to see her
she said, ‘You're not in touch with
Eternity'
he said, ‘Gee, that's true,'
then later sent a telegram,
‘meet me in Jerusalem,'
since he was going
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