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At present I exist in another way. I run aveyx from it. I feel myself changing minute by minute, and this together with impatience and regret.
What is to be done? In the eyes of the amazed child the seascape undeniably chaste now displays an image of rutting that his adolescent body suddenly craves. Will you tell that person I am expecting him in my next book. A look attracts him, a mouth rebuffs him. The fresh air, the clear sea, sky without blemish, — a commensurate fatigue, a well apportioned rest… Only a very strong attraction will take me from this land of heart-felt gaiety The slovenliness of my race3.
Now it all seems superhuman to me — and so stupid! And all my wild resolution abandon me. As soon as he stopped visibly growing — after seven seconds — the infant was chosen to be Prince they could do no less! The translation of the title original Qveux non Avenus was the cause of much controversy at the Tate.
Then, having savoured it slowly, assimilated it. Puffing up the indifference of my empty breast, I started to sing some much-loved song, preferring noj evade the surveillance of these two violent beings, whose presence is overly indiscreet, overly simultaneous, with a handsome absent man memory without jealousy.
The rest is a matter for the courts. Pure stoicism, maybe some pride…In reality I have a huge need for other people. And death came, attracted by the odour of poppies.
What I cannot chew is precisely what I like to bite off. B — Everything that could make me suffer or make others suffer.
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I want him…O Fortune, O sorrow! An irregular wave knocks me over, leaves on nln lips 41 a trace of bitter spume. Let him come in. Already the master of bodies, he soon commanded souls. Walk without danger on this taut rope — dance without falling into the void.
Cahun’s war memoir describes how she and Moore succeeded in creating the illusion of a large-scale resistance movement. By process of elimination, what is necessary about me?
Image of photomontage illustration from ‘Aveux non Avenus’ [Disavowed Confessions]
I had moved without knowing it: The cruelty of man towards flies and horses. This is why men of this type fear you more than any other. Sometimes chance hands us a little swatch of soul. Never confess that loved me, — prove it rather and gently disown all your tenderness. For I would love them. Inability to imagine anything concrete, proper nouns for example. Is it all by chance? Medium sized, with a well-worn door step, the entrance to purgatory.
I misused the word.
That was the reply my body gave. No point in making myself comfortable. I exist and that comprises everything.
Do I really want him?