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To Long For Everything: Sorrow; To Accept Everything: Joy.

Warm, Eager, Living Life-to Be Rooted In Life-to Learn, To Desire, To Know, To Feel, To Think, To Act. This Is What I Want. And Nothing Less. That Is What I Must Try For.

Once We Have Learned To Read, Meaning Of Words Can Somehow Register Without Consciousness.

I Love The Night. I Love To Feel The Tide Of Darkness Rising, Slowly And Slowly Washing, Turning Over And Over, Lifting, Floating, All That Lies Strewn Upon The Dark Beach, All That Lies Hid In Rocky Hollows.

Would You Not Like To Try All Sorts Of Lives - One Is So Very Small - But That Is The Satisfaction Of Writing - One Can Impersonate So Many People.