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<G 01> <C 1> <F 7><D 3> AND THEN WENT DOWN TO THE SHIP, SET KEEL TO BREAKERS, FORTH ON THE GODLY SEA, AND WE SET UP MAST AND SAIL ON THAT SWART SHIP, BORE SHEEP ABOARD HER, AND OUR BODIES ALSO HEAVY WITH WEEPING, AND WINDS FROM STERNWARD BORE US OUT ONWARD WITH BELLYING CANVAS, CIRCE'S THIS CRAFT, THE TRIM-COIFED GODDESS. THEN SAT WE AMIDSHIPS, WIND JAMMING THE TILLER, THUS WITH STRETCHED SAIL, WE WENT OVER SEA TILL DAY'S END. SUN TO HIS SLUMBER, SHADOWS O'ER ALL THE OCEAN, CAME WE THEN TO THE BOUNDS OF DEEPEST WATER, TO THE KIMMERIAN LANDS, AND PEOPLED CITIES COVERED WITH CLOSE-WEBBED MIST, UNPIERCED EVER WITH GLITTER OF SUN-RAYS NOR WITH STARS STRETCHED, NOR LOOKING BACK FROM HEAVEN SWARTEST NIGHT STRETCHED OVER WRETCHED MEN THERE. THE OCEAN FLOWING BACKWARD, CAME WE THEN TO THE PLACE AFORESAID BY CIRCE. HERE DID THEY RITES, PERIMEDES AND EURYLOCHUS, AND DRAWING SWORD FROM MY HIP I DUG THE ELL-SQUARE PITKIN; POURED WE LIBATIONS UNTO EACH THE DEAD, FIRST MEAD AND THEN SWEET WINE, WATE . . .
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<G 05> <C 74> <F 451> <D 425> THE ENORMOUS TRAGEDY OF THE DREAM IN THE PEASANT'S BENT SHOULDERS MANES! MANES WAS TANNED AND STUFFED, THUS BEN AND LA CLARA A MILANO BY THE HEELS AT MILANO THAT MAGGOTS SHD\ EAT THE DEAD BULLOCK =*DIGONOS, =DIGONOS, BUT THE TWICE CRUCIFIED WHERE IN HISTORY WILL YOU FIND IT? YET SAY THIS TO THE POSSUM: A BANG, NOT A WHIMPER, WITH A BANG NOT WITH A WHIMPER, TO BUILD THE CITY OF DIOCE WHOSE TERRACES ARE THE COLOUR OF STARS. THE SUAVE EYES, QUIET, NOT SCORNFUL, RAIN ALSO IS OF THE PROCESS. WHAT YOU DEPART FROM IS NOT THE WAY AND OLIVE TREE BLOWN WHITE IN THE WIND WASHED IN THE KIANG AND HAN WHAT WHITENESS WILL YOU ADD TO THIS WHITENESS, WHAT CANDOR? "THE GREAT PERIPLUM BRINGS IN THE STARS TO OUR SHORE." YOU WHO HAVE PASSED THE PILLARS AND OUTWARD FROM HERAKLES WHEN LUCIFER FELL IN N. CAROLINA. IF THE SUAVE AIR GIVE WAY TO SCIROCCO =OU =TIS, =OU =TIS? ODYSSEUS THE NAME OF MY FAMILY. THE WIND ALSO IS OF THE PROCESS, SORELLA LA LUNA FEAR GOD AND THE STUPIDITY OF . . .
