When one reads hurriedly and nervously, having in mind the written tests and examinations, one's brain becomes encumbered with a lot of choice bric-a-brac for which there seems to be little use. The mind becomes full of heterogeneous matter and at that moment it's like I almost despair of ever being able to put it in order.
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PoetryThere is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye. Open your hands, if you want to be...
