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Wednesday, September 12, 2018

Bored but in brute reality there is no road that is right entirely.

Entirely:

If we could get the hang of it entirely
   It would take too long;
All we know is the splash of words in passing   
   And falling twigs of song,
And when we try to eavesdrop on the great   
   Presences it is rarely
That by a stroke of luck we can appropriate   
   Even a phrase entirely.

Louis MacNeice.

ntodd

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