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In Reading, A Lonely Quiet Concert Is Given To Our Minds; All Our Mental Faculties Will Be Present In This Symphonic Exaltation.

In A Museum In London There Is An Exhibit Called "the Value Of Man": A Long Coffinlike Box With Lots Of Compartments Where They've Put Starch Phosphorus Flour Bottles Of Water And Alcohol And Big Pieces Of Gelatin. I Am A Man Like That.

The Flesh Is Sad, Alas, And I Have Read All The Books.

It Is In Front Of The The Paper That The Artist Creates Himself.

A Throw Of The Dice Will Never Abolish Chance.