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::: wood s lot ::: June 16 - 30, 2005 |
 | | That the spoken or written word, reducing distances, providing names for the unnamable, unthinkable, might throw back the edges of the darkness. |
 | | He then flies to art, and puts on a periwig, valuing himself upon an unnatural bundle of hairs, all covered with powder, that never grew on his head. |
 | | But now should this our broomstick pretend to enter the scene, proud of those birchen spoils it never bore, and all covered with dust, though the sweepings of the finest lady's chamber, we should be apt to ridicule and despise its vanity. |
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