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Improvement makes strait roads, but the crooked roads without Improvement, are roads of Genius.
---William Blake
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If living sympathy be theirs
And leaves and airs,
The piping
breeze and dancing tree
Are all alive and glad as we:
Whether this be
truth or no
I cannot tell, I do not know;
Nay--whether now I reason
well,
I do not know, I cannot tell.
----William Wordsworth
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This life's dim windows of the soul
Distorts the heavens from pole to pole
And leads you to believe a lie
When you see with, not through, the eye.
----William Blake
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Morning, noon & bloody night,
Seven sodding days a week,
I slave at filthy WORK, that might
Be done by any book-drunk freak.
This goes on until I kick the bucket.
FUCK IT FUCK IT FUCK IT FUCK IT
---Philip Larkin