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From: | Cecilia Gregory |
Subject: | [Free-dev] GNP political |
Date: | Sat, 26 Aug 2006 17:11:12 +0200 |
But ifhe happened to FALL down, you know, theyd
soon forget him. I say, if ye think of stoppin down here, youmight get in a ton of
coal. The Labour people want this revolution of theirs. Mymeeting is in the
underworld, the dark.
Im the hound of heaven afteryou, my boy, and Im
fatal to the hell hound thats leading you.
Theyre never alone in spirit: quite, quite alone in
spirit. IS there any other inspirational force than the force of love? We havegot to
know so much ABOUT things, that we think we know the actuality,and contain
it.
You ought to beflattered that he CARES what you
think. She was quitefascinated by him, as an Australian bird by some
adder.
Believe the flame in your heart,once and for all,
and dont oppose me.
They are tentimes more foreign to me, said Somers,
than Italian scoundrels, oreven Indians.
But you neednt SET OUT to be
disagreeable.
The earth and sun, on theirplane, have discovered a
perfect equilibrium.
This is the first time I have heard it
questioned.
Enters us from the lower self, the dark self,the
phallic self, if you like. Hes no intention of being on one, I think, said Somers
stiffly.
Everything goes bypermission of something else, in
this world.
Where is one carried to when one is carriedaway?
Enters us from the lower self, the dark self,the phallic self, if you
like.
Oh, Kangaroo knew all about you: all hewanted to
know, anyhow.
Dont you run away with the idea, though, he said,
that I am just anemotional fool.
Im going to loveyou, and you wont get away from
that.
Takingall in all, seems to me we live from hand to
mouth, as far as beliefsgo.
Only he saw, on the seas high black horizon, the
various reddishsore-looking lights of a ship.
His heart felt queer and cave-like and devoid of
emotion.
What do you expect to do with such
people.
They silently objected to his looking, so he went
on.
Then from the distance came his small voice:Man
that is born of woman is sick of himself. His tongue felt heavy in his mouth, as if
it hadrelapsed away from speech altogether.
A chill fell upon the little gathering, from
hispresence.
And then a re-entry into us of the great God, who
enters us frombelow, not from above.
And would you leave every young,warm, naked thing
on the ground for the ants to find. The Chinese man-servant stoodback
perturbed.
And one would avoid the strange darkgaps, gulfs, in
the way overhead. Luckily it was far enough away, so that Harrietneed not fear for
her beautiful white washing.
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