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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."

Friday, November 17, 2006

ten hours of oral exams and poetry portfolios ahead...

"However valiant their heart, generous their devotion, their physical capacities have limits and they constantly feel the disproportion between the work incumbent upon them and the strength with which they are endowed." --Pierre-Thomas Dehau, The Living Water


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