POST-DREAM

BREAKFAST

HUNCH

PLEASE FEEL FREE

FLEAS

PLEASE REMOVE YOUR

SOLES

STARS

EMPTY, DUMB, ENCHANTING LIFE!

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Pile

from Middlemarch

"That element of tragedy which lies in the very fact of frequency, has not yet wrought itself into the coarse emotion of mankind; and perhaps our frames could hardly bear much of it. If we had a keen vision and hearing of all human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence. As it is, the quickest of us walk about well wadded with stupidity."

Erin, Rosie

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Tamar