'It is only when you are torn from your mooring,
when you drift like a rudderless ship,
that I am able to come near you.'
-S.Anderson
'O world, strangled and collapsed, where are the strong white teeth?
O world, sinking with the silver balls and the corks and the life-preservers,
where are the rosy scalps? O glab and glairy, O glabrous world now chewed
to a frazzle, under what dead moon do you lie cold and gleaming?'
O world, sinking with the silver balls and the corks and the life-preservers,
where are the rosy scalps? O glab and glairy, O glabrous world now chewed
to a frazzle, under what dead moon do you lie cold and gleaming?'
-H.Miller
‘(10.) A handsome face is the finest of all sights,
And the sweetest music is the sound of the voice
Of the woman we love.’
-La Bruyere
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