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"And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you suppose you'd be? ... You'd be nowhere. Why, you're only a sort of thing in his dream! If that there King was to wake you'd go out -- bang! -- just like a candle!"

"Hush! You'll be waking him, I'm afraid, if you make so much noise."

"Well it's no use your talking about waking him when you're only one of the things in his dream. You know very well you're not real."

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

first day of school



Longinus, Burke. And roses. So not good to be this tired setting out. Nervous too.

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Lemons are more interesting, less symbolic, than roses, but oh on such a day--do you know what color the sky is today? big blue chair!--what a thing to hand out roses, to say here is your experience, now where is your language, and to watch them all wide eyed respond as if receiving gifts. I'd forgotten that association--had listed all I anticipated them listing--but this one: flowers are for giving (for forgiving?) as gifts: I'd missed it. The one that counted. People don't act that way when you give them lemons. It made them attentive, this loveliness. --And I saw a few, later, walking around with a rose in one hand.

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And then we read Frank's "Seven Roses," morning as it was for them too. As well as fogbank.

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"and what is the use of a book...without pictures or conversations?"


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