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 I watched. You sobbed, you beat your pillow you tore your hair you dug your nails into your sides I was your nightgown I watched ! Clean is he alone after whom stream the broken pieces of the city — flying apart at his approaches but I merely caress you curiously fifteen years ago and you still go about the city, they say patching up sick school children Understood in a practical way, without calling upon mystic agencies, of this or that order, it is that life becomes actual only when it is identified with ourselves. When we name it, life exists. To repeat physical experiences has no —

The only means he has to give value to life is to recognise it with the imagination and name it ; this is