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and then our exile

Thursday, November 18, 2004 at 1:14 p.m.

lily of the midnight sky (BCockburn)

just this, that the last post might construct an "image", another stereotype-archetype, the upright student of the knowledge of ages, watch the studious halo--and yet that is a lie. That is all i mean to say.

the child is father of the man
and i could wish my days to be
bound each to each by natural piety
(Wordsworth)

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