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Perhaps It Is Better To Wake Up After All, Even To Suffer, Rather Than To Remain A Dupe To Illusions All One's Life.

She Felt Like A Chess Player Who, By The Clever Handling Of His Pieces, Sees The Game Taking The Course Intended. Her Eyes Were Bright And Tender With A Smile As They Glanced Up Into His; And Her Lips Looked Hungry For The Kiss Which They Invited.

The Voice Of The Sea Is Seductive, Never Ceasing, Whispering, Clamoring, Murmuring, Inviting The Soul To Wander In Abysses Of Solitude.

Madame Ratignolle Hoped That Robert Would Exercise Extreme Caution In Dealing With The Mexicans, Who, She Considered, Were A Treacherous People, Unscrupulous And Revengeful. She Trusted She Did Them No Injustice In Thus Condemning Them As A Race. She Had Known Personally But One Mexican, Who Made And Sold Excellent Tamales, And Whom She Would Have Trusted Implicitly, So Soft-spoken Was He. One Day He Was Arrested For Stabbing His Wife. She Never Knew Whether He Had Been Hanged Or Not.

I Wonder If Anyone Else Has An Ear So Tuned And Sharpened As I Have, To Detect The Music, Not Of The Spheres, But Of Earth, Subtleties Of Major And Minor Chord That The Wind Strikes Upon The Tree Branches. Have You Ever Heard The Earth Breathe?