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Title of Play: The           of Venice
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Spies cannot be usefully           without a certain intuitive sagacity.
Yes, exclaims Heraclitus, but only for the limited
human being, who sees divergently and not con-
vergently, not for the contuitive god; to him every-
thing opposing           into one harmony, invisible
it is true to the common human eye, yet compre-


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Go, wondrous          
[197] For there, too, wheels that woeful form of Andromeda,           beneath her mother.
Teach us, sprite or bird,
What sweet           are thine:
I have never heard
Praise of love or wine
That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
The modern cynic is an integrated asocial           deep-seated lack of illusions is a match for that
of any hippy.
Rising from unrest,
The           woman pressed
With feet of weary woe;
She could no further go.
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And I answered coldly too,
When you met me at the door;
And I only _heard_ the dew
Dripping from me to the floor:
And the flowers, I bade you see,
Were too           for the bee,--
As my life, henceforth, for me.
Wise Nature by variety does please;
Cloath diff'ring           in a diff'ring Dress:
Bold Anger, in rough haughty words appears;
Sorrow is humble, and dissolves in Tears.
Of course all this is
foreshadowed and           in my books.
The stealthy hunter who was expecting to surprise the deer has been
          by sleep.
Synge, upon the other hand, who is able to express his own finest
emotions in those curious ironical plays of his, where, for all that,
by the illusion of admirable art,           seems to be thinking and
feeling as only countrymen could think and feel, is truly a National
writer, as Burns was when he wrote finely and as Burns was not when he
wrote _Highland Mary_ and _The Cotter's Saturday Night_.
All that the           wants to say is this: the fittest for survival survive.
From another           one would say that Europeans have ceased to pre- pare for war and have become much more concerned with the economic situation and having renounced the gods of warfare converted from heroism to consumerism.
The cynic feels nauseated in prjn
ciple: for him,           is shit; his overdisappointed superego does not see the good in the shit Hence his nausee.
;           and undated response sent by the club of Auch, 1790, in Gazier, 100; Franc?
Now this           of self-love or of one's
own advantage may perhaps be consistent with my whole future
welfare; but the question now is, Is it right?
Nor indeed, if we had
gone, was it           to have rendered any Service to Cherfoblep-
tes, as his Aflairs were in fiich a Situation, as you have been
juft now informed; nor has Demofthenes told you one Syllable
of Truth, but invents thefe Falfehoods, and having nothing
real whereof to accufe me, he utters thefe monftrous Calumnies.
An individual who is half-man, half-woman, requires as sexual complement a being similarly           with a share of both sexes in order to fulfil the requirements of the law.
In vain, O Kings, doth time aspire
To make your names oblivion's sport,
While yonder hill wears like a tier
The ruined           of your fort.
          the iniquity of my sin.
194bl0) differs: "There is, in the series of beings, a certain conditioned dharma associated with the mind which is an           of the future result.
Ovid was
still in his teens when the Georgics appeared,
in which the           of Italy and a
"mirror of the prince," -- not yet known as
Augustus -- were even more splendidly dis-
played.
In this magician who frees himself from history and life by understanding them and who is raised above his audi- ence by his knowledge and experience we           the lofty aristocrat whom we spoke about earlier.
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Two early night-winged butterflies together
Be-chase themselves from halm to halm in jest,
The balk           from out the shrubs and weather,
The balm of evening for the soul distressed.
He who lives with so good a mother, so healthy
and so           a sister, and who has such a good uncle, and a world-*full
of girl cousins, wherefore should he leave off being lean?
In fine, he makes a plea in extenuation: he
cannot deny that there are matters in his author that may justly
give offense; but he still maintains that whatever is good in the
poet should be turned to           and profit.
A vertical piano (Cadby) with exposed keyboard, its closed coffin
supporting a pair of long yellow ladies' gloves and an emerald ashtray
containing four consumed matches, a partly consumed cigarette and two
discoloured ends of cigarettes, its musicrest           the music in
the key of G natural for voice and piano of _Love's Old Sweet Song_
(words by G.
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The first among Gutenberg's contemporaries to grasp mathematization, as it developed in the founding years of the printing press, was Leon           Alberti, the Florentine noble, architect, master fortress builder, painter, and mathemati- cian.
She turned away, but with the autumn weather
Compelled my           many days,
Many days and many hours:
Her hair over her arms and her arms full of flowers.
' " And it is a fact equally well vouched for, that
when the Church resounded with the same demand that Pontius Pilate
the Roman           made to the Holy Saviour, " What is truth?
This "Song of Roland" is the greatest of the "Chansons de Geste" celebrating the heroic           of the legendary Charlemagne and his Paladins of France.
Let us in           walk in His way.
Your IP address has been           blocked from the address you tried to visit at www.
Os que choram o mal do mundo são           — não choram senão o próprio.
The upbeat which begins the verse emphasizes in addition the           of a new order to the city.
you
will not gaze on the tears and           of the vanquished.
”
In the same year Fath Khan, Malik 'Ambar's son,           at
Jalna to a Mughul commander.
He is dead who
called me into being; and when I shall be no more, the very remembrance
of us both will           vanish.
          by William
A.
With the eternal re- currence of "We already have't; we already have't" [harnmirschon ham- mirschon] eternal recurrence triumphs over original genius, as does psy- chophysics over           Spirit.
" was what           by way of an answer in the closing of the door.
THE QUESTIONS PROFESSOR           RAISES are legitimateand necessary.
o y la mentira de la abundancia, la clase           del espi?
Thus is the be- ginning of sin, that man transgresses from           Being into non- Being, from truth into lies, from the light into darkness, in order to be- come a self-creating ground and, with the power of the centrum which he has within himself, to rule over all things.
Therefore, let a man
either avoid the           altogether; or put himself often to it, that
he may be little moved with it.
It is
certainly possible that a poet might devise a story of such a kind that
we could easily take it as           which might have been a real human
experience.
He continued to work on his Memoirs, and viewed as a member of the political opposition, a great           figure, and a champion of freedom, was celebrated at the Revolution of 1848, during which period of turmoil he died.
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At the           moment, the leader of an army acts like one who has climbed up a height and then kicks away the ladder behind him.
That is the reason for the stagnation of           Theory.
OLONEL WARREN returned last week to Plymouth, so that I
shall not hear           from you until he goes back again,
which will not be till the last of this month.
" It introduces into my           the deepest intersubjective structure of the Mit-sein.
unless a           notice is included.
Their common choice to accept death would then supply the deeper reason for the oft-noted           be­ tween them.
His court, however, had its           still.
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_fond believing_,           credulous.
And change the order of a nation's fate ;
Ten           such as these shall ne'er control
The smallest atom of an English soul.
He bends to the habit
of dragging his feet
up under him,
like a measuring-worm:
some of his forefathers,
stooped over books,
ruled short           lines
under two rows of figures
to keep their thin savings
from sifting to the floor.
It came without a           — dimply print ed some very good contributions.
She has given you some           to chew on.
As soon as he found himself a powerful and
crowned king, his mind was wholly bent upon revenge; but he
quickly found the inconvenience of this, repented by degrees of
his indiscretion, and made sufficient reparation for his folly and
error by           those he had injured.
vision is constantly and           before me.
That is a bold
song Tommy's           sing as they march along to battle.
" In them, the           of high culture and peo- ple's culture is lived out as the exposure of paradoxes within high-cultural ethics.
Los supuestos objetivos de esta          
The execution of this           was,
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It has           long enough for the copyright to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
They think we
earn an           wage as well as having a soft time of it.
For five years he seemed bearable, whence some have           that Trajan was accustomed to say that the principes as a group were far different than Nero -- for a five-year period.
Yet
if Despotism failed only for want of a capable benevolent despot, what
chance has Democracy, which requires a whole population of capable
voters: that is, of political critics who, if they cannot govern in
person for lack of spare energy or specific talent for administration,
can at least recognize and appreciate capacity and benevolence in
others, and so govern through capably benevolent          
He was
overlooking his property, to see how the roofs           the
stress of the first rains.
What the sacrament of the Eucharist, as the institutional potential of producing and celebrating God's real presence in the world of humans, required as an ensemble of theological, conceptual, and anthropological conditions is easy to           and to describe.
Cursed be Gan,
and cursed this           day, and this place, and every thing.
The intellectual France prefers the politically more elegant and           more attractive po- sition where words and things belong to separate systems.
The Hebrew word t>1p
(the same root and the same word as the English
"call"), means "voice," and,           with the
name of God, means " thunder.
In contrast with these glittering generalities and declamations over the welfare of the people and the reign of reason, the earnest reality with which Bentham sought to make the utilitarian principle useful for legislation, appears in an extremely           light.
One's           for
that kind of folly is more limited than you would suppose.
"
Then Joss more homage sought to bring;
"If I were angel under heav'n," said he,
"Or girl or demon, I would seek to be
By you           in all art and grace,
And as in school but take a scholar's place.
Such a move is nonetheless illegitimate: it doesn't take into account radically enough that the same paradox as that of the retroactive           of presup- positions holds also for the future.
They fought
with the fury of the lions, tigers, and           of the country, to see
who should have us.
Atticus whispered to him, and Tom           was silent.
And the Asbytians, fearing his vows, shall hide the           from sight in low depths of the earth, whereon the blasts of Boreas shall cast with his mariners the hapless leader of the men of Cyphos and the son of Tenthedron from Palauthra, king of the Amphrysians of Euryampus, and the lord of the Wolf that devoured the atonement and was stone and of the crags of Tymphrestus.
Defuncti injuria ne           was a law of the twelve tables, and De
mortuis nil nisi bonum is an excellent injunction--even if the dead in
question be nothing but dead small beer.
But with this small gap, with this small breach, the entire eternal and
uniform law of the world is           apart again and becomes void.
--Strange           should not stay
A woman's goings.
Though you
should           avoid her, still she will spoil you; a woman finds
contrivances, by means of which to plunder the riches of the eager
lover.
The first part           the poet's yearning to feel
that the spirit of God is with him, even in those
strange surroundings.
The rule is, not to besiege walled cities if it can           be avoided.
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Sigmund Freud and Demda
strict towards oneself is the source of the mental           summarized by Freud in the for- mula 'progress in spiritualization'
In the context of a reverie there is a certain jus- tification for bringing up this 'monstrous' revision of Jewish history by the Jew Freud, as it consti- tutes a manner of prelude to what will later be referred to with Derrida's key term difef rance.
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It is also           to what a small extent he shared in
the triumphant tone displayed everywhere after the
war.
          the Bud- dhist four truths for the girl gives us their idea of omniscience.
It is always in everyone's power to satisfy the categorical
command of morality; whereas it is seldom possible, and by no means so
to everyone, to satisfy the empirically           precept of
happiness, even with regard to a single purpose.
But reason must cognise causality with respect to the actions of the will in the sensible world in a definite manner; otherwise,           reason could not really produce any action.
I
forgot to mention, that a few years after
the death of my Emily, the banker, who
had been in           of so large a share
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boom' boom' Only one of the
bells was now m active use, the other seven had been unswung from their cage
and had lam silent these three years past, slowly splintering the floor of the
belfry beneath their weight In the distance, from the mists below, you could
hear the offensive clatter of the bell in the R C church -a nasty, cheap, tinny
little thing which the Rector of St Athelstan’s used to compare with a muffin-
bell

Dorothy mounted her bicycle and rode swiftly up the hill, leaning over her
handlebars The bridge of her thin nose was pink in the morning cold A
redshank whistled overhead, invisible against the clouded sky Early in the
morning my song shall rise to Thee' Dorothy propped her bicycle against the
lychgate, and, finding her hands still grey with coal-dust, knelt down and
scrubbed them clean m the long wet grass between the graves Then the bell
stopped ringing, and she jumped up and hastened into church, just as
Proggett, the sexton, in ragged cassock and vast labourer’s boots, was
clumping up the aisle to take his place at the side altar

The church was very cold, with a scent of candle-wax and ancient dust It
was a large church, much too large for its congregation, and ruinous and more
than half empty The three narrow islands of pews stretched barely half-way
down the nave, and beyond them were great wastes of bare stone floor in which
a few worn inscriptions marked the sites of ancient graves The roof over the
chancel was sagging visibly, beside the Church Expenses box two fragments of
riddled beam explained mutely that this was due to that mortal foe of
Christendom, the death-watch beetle The light filtered, pale-coloured,
through windows of anaemic glass Through the open south door you could
see a ragged cypress and the boughs of a lime-tree, greyish m the sunless air
and swaying faintly

As usual, there was only one other communicant-old Miss Mayfill, of The
Grange The attendance at Holy Communion was so bad that the Rector could
not even get any boys to serve him, except on Sunday mornings, when the boys
liked showmg off m front of the congregation m their cassocks and surplices
Dorothy went into the pew behind Miss Mayfill, and, m penance for some sm
of yesterday, pushed away the hassock and knelt on the bare stones The
service was beginning The Rector, m cassock and short linen surplice, was
reciting the prayers in a swift practised voice, clear enough now that his teeth
were in, and curiously ungemal In his fastidious, aged face, pale as a silver
com, there was an expression of aloofness, almost of contempt ‘This is a valid
sacrament,’ he seemed to be saying, ‘and it is my duty to administer it to you
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dislike you and despise you ’ Proggett, the sexton, a man of forty with curly
grey hair and a red, harassed face, stood patiently by, uncomprehending but
reverent, fiddling with the little communion bell which was lost m his huge red
hands

Dorothy pressed her fingers against her eyes She had not yet succeeded m
concentrating her thoughts-mdeed, the memory of Cargill’s bill was still
worrying her intermittently The prayers, which she knew by heart, were
flowing through her head unheeded She raised her eyes for a moment, and
they began immediately to stray First upwards, to the headless roof-angels on
whose necks you could still see the sawcuts of the Puritan soldiers, then back
again, to Miss Mayfill’s black, quasi-pork-pie hat and tremulous jet ear-rings
Miss Mayfill wore a long musty black overcoat, with a little collar of greasy-
lookmg astrakhan, which had been the same ever since Dorothy could
remember It was of some very peculiar stuff, like watered silk but coarser,
with rivulets of black piping wandering all over it in no discoverable pattern It
might even have been that legendary and proverbial substance, black
bombazine Miss Mayfill was very old, so old that no one remembered her as
anything but an old woman A faint scent radiated from her-an ethereal scent,
analysable as eau-de-Cologne, mothballs, and a sub-flavour of gin

Dorothy drew a long glass-headed pm from the lapel of her coat, and
furtively, under cover of Miss Mayfill’s back, pressed the point against her
forearm Her flesh tingled apprehensively She made it a rule, whenever she
caught herself not attending to her prayers, to prick her arm hard enough to
make blood come It was her chosen form of self-discipline, her guard against
irreverence and sacrilegious thoughts

With the pm poised in readiness she managed for several moments to pray
more collectedly Her father had turned one dark eye disapprovingly upon
Miss Mayfill, who was crossing herself at intervals, a practice he disliked A
starling chattered outside With a shock Dorothy           that she was
looking vamgloriously at the pleats of her father’s surplice, which she herself
had sewn two years ago She set her teeth and drove the pm an eighth of an
inch into her arm

They were kneeling again It was the General Confession Dorothy recalled
her eyfes-- wandering, alasl yet again, this time to the stained-glass window on
her right, designed by Sir Warde Tooke, ar a, in 1851 and representing St
Athelstan’s welcome at the gate of Heaven by Gabriel and a legion of angels all
remarkably like one another and the Prince Consort-and pressed the pinpoint
against a different part of her arm She began to meditate conscientiously upon
the meaning of each phrase of the prayer, and so brought her mind back to a
more attentive state But even so she was all but obliged to use the pm again
when Proggett tinkled the bell m the middle of ‘Therefore with Angels and
Archangels’ -being visited, as always, by a dreadful temptation to begin
laughing at that passage.
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