August 2011
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Structure and Style: The Invisible Man →
structureandstyle:
I laugh, I smile at the old poets, and love all the poetry they wrote, all the dew, moon, diamond, drops of submerged silver with which my elder brother adorned the rose; but I smile; they always say “I,” at every turn something happens, it’s always “I,” only they or the dear…
FEIST!!! →
How come you never go there? How come I’m so lonely?
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