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He was a gentle and sensitive soul, and therefore had a short temper, which is why he went straight after everything with an ax.

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And so everything I see in this world, it all moves backward and forward at the same time, like a black-smith’s bellows, like everything in my press, turning into its opposite at the command of the red and green buttons, and that’s what makes the world go round.
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Black Button Command Moving Opposites
Lost in my dreams, I somehow cross at the traffic signals, bumping into street lamps or people, yet moving onward, exuding fumes of beer and grime, yet smiling, because my briefcase is full of books and that very night I expect them to tell me things about myself I don’t know.
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Book Dream Moving Smiling
Because when I read, I don’t really read; I pop a beautiful sentence into my mouth and suck it like a fruit drop.
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Beautiful Blood Heart
Or I sip it like a liqeur until the thought dissolves in me like alcohol, infusing brain and heart and coursing on through the veins to the root of each blood vessel.
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Blood Brain Coursing Dissolves Each Infuse
I even asked forgiveness of myself for being what I was, what it was my nature to be.
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Ask Forgiveness Nature
I pop a beautiful sentence into my mouth and suck it like a fruit drop.
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Beautiful Fruit Mouth
To spend our days betting on three-legged horses with beautiful names
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Beautiful Horse Names
I expect them to tell me things about myself I don’t know.
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Briefcases Grime Knows
As I helped him up, I felt him shake all over, so I asked him to forgive me, without knowing what for, but that was my lot, asking forgiveness.
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Forgiving Helping Knowing
No book worth its salt is meant to put you to sleep, it’s meant to make you jump out of your bed in your underwear and run and beat the author’s brains out.
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Book Running Writing
I can be by myself because I’m never lonely, I’m simply alone, living in my heavily populated solitude, a harum-scarum of infinity and eternity, and Infinity and Eternity seem to take a liking to the likes of me.
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Lonely Solitude
If a book has anything to say, it burns with a quiet laugh, because any book worth its salt points up and out of itself.
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Anything Book Burns Dsalt Points Vain
And I liked looking at myself in the mirror, watching myself in the shop windows as I strode along, and even when I touched my face, I felt no wrinkles at my mouth or forehead.
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Along Forhead Mouth Stride Touched Window
All streets, all squares, and all the people walking through them; I even had the feeling that I was a handsome young man.
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Handsome Man People Walking
He was a gentle and sensitive soul, and therefore had a short temper, which is why he went straight after everything with an ax.
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Sensitive Soul Temper
It’s interesting how young poets think of death while old fogies think of girls.
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Girl Interesting Thinking

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