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*The Brothers Karamazov* and So On

 Who doesn’t know the word for carbolic rinsed thru appetite: a single bland unblinking word in the middle source. Just another way vocabulary jumps thru invisible hoops. Examples are automatically compiled, Babylonian, with carved rocks and stretching toward the linguistic horizon that nativity seems to forget. All agreed when it’s the land, not the simple shock troops of cloven history. Brian Boru died while pushing Norse warriors out of Ireland without expiating a single of your sins. You and me and the Nile Delta spread agreeably and another good harvest was assured until Hittite invaders proved discouraging, their gods were quite a mistake. Nonetheless the word ratchett had to be invented to explain a simple mechanical device and foster a sense of making sense that can be written in sandstone. Wars have always been a rich luxury and shadow game of progress. They have been cited plentifully ever since and before. In good times, grain would be stored for future emergency, in bad times, it meant fires delivering smokes to heaven. Abiding in the land for land, motile guff for the nuclear sentence, the people rose clumsy statues dedicated to Calumny and Backpedaling Steadiness. Figureheads became famous.


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