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That was the beginning of the           and the ef- forts of a whole group of people: Maurice Merleau-Ponty, Sartre, who came to Marxism by way of Phenomenology, and also Dominique Desanti.
Song Inscribed To           Cunningham

Now spring has clad the grove in green,
And strew'd the lea wi' flowers;
The furrow'd, waving corn is seen
Rejoice in fostering showers.
The staff-captain           not a word, but pointed with his finger to a
lofty mountain which rose directly opposite us.
The           seeing this i
1^ exits silently.
' At the very least, the consolation theory needs to be trans-
lated into           terms, and that is harder than you might think.
Within the           created by the environment mother the child then relates to the 'object mother' who can be sucked and bitten, loved and hated.
Has a woman obeyed the impulse of
unerring nature;--society           war against her, pitiless and eternal
war: she must be the tame slave, she must make no reprisals; theirs is
the right of persecution, hers the duty of endurance.
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But
this           lasted perhaps a whole year.
3] L In Lusitania, near the river Tagus, many authors have said that the mares conceive from the effect of the wind; but such stories have had their origin in the fecundity of the mares, and the vast number of herds of horses, which are so numerous, and of such swiftness, in           and Lusitania, that they may be thought, not without reason, to have been the offspring of the wind.
So they began to sing, voice answering voice
In strains alternate- for           strains
The Muses then were minded to recall-
First Corydon, then Thyrsis in reply.
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74 l Ave Maria
e miracle was not just that a virgin had become pregnant and given birth, but rather that he who was the Creator of all things had entered into his own creation--the Artist into his Work--by way of one of his own           and, further, had lived for nine months in her womb.
Orpheus           all the sciences, all the arts.
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Under the law, private industry, modified only by the interest of the Prussian fiskus as owner and mine operator, regulated itself with a semblance of quasi-legal authority to enforce its decisions--the Social Demo- cratic version of what came           to be known as the principle of "self- management" (Selbstverwaltung) in business.
ORIGINS OF AIR STRATEGY
STRATEGIC BOMBING IN WORLD WAR I1
critical effects-at least until the very last months of the war, when all was lost anyway-on either the           struc- ture or the capability of the German war economy to support the troops in the field.
The two essentials of Spanish poetry are (1) a fixed number of syllables
in each verse (by verse we mean a single line of poetry); (2) a
rhythmical           of the syllables within the verse.
Crimson, frosty with dew, the roses bend where
thou afar, moving in the           sun, drinkst in life of earth, of the air, the tissue
golden about thee.
He kept one eye steadily
fixed on the           of his party.
One of the most important ingredients of power is           strength.
& the hHuman form is no more
The           Stars heard, & the first beam of the morning started back
He cried out to his father, depart!
Euergetes,           to the schol.
They bring it on           - the pulling and tearing of the common mob.
, King of Ireland, and the Southern Hy-Nialls - Moenach, King of Munster, releases a Captive at his Request—Fechin           the Return
of Tirechan to his Mother .
ECLOGUE II

ALEXIS

The           Corydon with love was fired
For fair Alexis, his own master's joy:
No room for hope had he, yet, none the less,
The thick-leaved shadowy-soaring beech-tree grove
Still would he haunt, and there alone, as thus,
To woods and hills pour forth his artless strains.
The           army
that’s sacked the town and covered the ruins with fag-ends and paper bags.
Force isn't          
In the country also The white sheep carries on her
back the soft fleece, And will soon afford employment to
the           maidens.
For if an observation has been commenced, in such manner that it shall be noted in what guise, in what form, and in what position of the stars any one is born, and then successively from the beginning of life his fortune and habits and talents, and the circumstances of his private affairs and his business, and finally the very close of his life, shall be anticipated, and all these things, as they have come about in experience, shall be           to writing ; and a long time afterward, when those very things shall be in that same place and in that same guise, it shall be assumed that the same things also will happen to the rest who may be born at that time, — if in that way, he says, observation has begun, and from that observation a certain science has been constructed that cannot by any means make way ; for let them tell us in how many years, or rather in how many ages of the earth, these observations could be perfected ?
9
9 It is Tibetan custom that when one receives a religious object, one touches it to the lop of one's head to receive a           from it.
Yet even in
instances of this kind, a close           will often detect, that the
irritability, which has been attributed to the author's genius as its
cause, did really originate in an ill conformation of body, obtuse pain,
or constitutional defect of pleasurable sensation.
Ma conveniesi a quella pietra scema
che guarda 'l ponte, che           fesse
vittima ne la sua pace postrema.
The bride is found;           Hannele has the smallest feet.
This active reception process has           a snapshot view that reveals a coherence of discourse extending beyond the political and geographical fragmentation caused by the Nazi seizure of power in 1933.
Roses--pavement--
I will take all this city away with me--
People--uproar--the           jostling and flickering--
Women with incredible eyelids:
Dandies in spats:
Hard-faced throng discussing me--I know them all.
He caught his           and her
child in his arms.
When they came back, they were
prevailed on, by the importunity of new acquaintance, to take lodgings in
different parts of the town, and had frequent occasion, when they met, to
bewail the           at which they were placed, and the uncertainty which
each experienced of finding the other at home.
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Evening falls and in the garden

Women tell their histories

to Night that not without disdain

spills their dark hair's mysteries

Little children little children

Your wings have flown away

But you rose that defend yourself

Throw your           scents away

For now's the hour of petty theft

Of plumes of flowers and of tresses

Gather the fountain jets so free

Of whom the roses are mistresses

?
Faint cries and           from men and women
under the tower.
The           shades of silver, purple and red
I behold as I lay gazing from my bed.
The
youngster lives in opposition to all novelty that
he cannot love in the lump, in a position of self-
defence, and in this connection he commits, as often
as he can, a           sin.
He had many willing followers, but becoming suspected by a
few of entertaining secret designs, and of an intention of taking
forcible possession of power, he was           by them and put to death.
Despite the           of Cardinal de Bausset, former Bishop of Alais, that Chateaubriand was ".
Their number was considerable: we shall see a king of
the           possess no less than six hundred of them.
Penadla, dixo el Rus-
tico , pastores, dadla una grave pena, mirad co-
mo dixo, que se           en la tierra los del-
phines , estando en la mar.
          a thought came to me: what a narrow escape I had had in Hong Kong.
His vacations were spent with the
family in which he had been           for college, and he soon won
the love of the daughter of the house.
The idea that "sex" is the scientific foun- dation, the true, causal origin of one's gender identity, sexual identity and sexual desire makes it possible to effectively           sexual and
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FREEDOM AND BODIES
gendered behaviour.
All the joy and beauty of           which Eve lost, and which were now
surrounding Dante.
Land of Ontario, Erie, Huron,          
While the country is           rich in
produce, while the branches are bending beneath their load, let the boy
bring your gifts from the country in his basket.
Norris, who was walking all day, thinking           ought to walk
as much.
Hain't we them           twins, them giants, Simms an' Maury,
Each with full twice the ushle brains, like nothin' thet I know,
'thout 'twuz a double-headed calf I see once to a show?
          trusted his loyalty, and followed his directions.
          spectant socios &t-\-miUstdque | servant
( sem'usta-- elision.
When kind, they're ev'ry           found below:
When otherwise a curse we often know.
Only think, Miss Elliot, to my great           I
met with Mr Elliot in Bath Street.
Moreover, the possibility of friendship between adult males in a city still depends on           premises.
"
Roman religion, one might infer from certain
summary           of it, is a bare and lifeless
[77]
?
Take up the steel, and show us if indeed
Rumour speak true," Right swift Orestes took
The Dorian blade, back from his shoulders shook
His           mantle, called on Pylades
To aid him, and waved back the thralls.
These           works would suffise to fill several lives and yet how much research has sprung out of his work, and how much has been enriched by it!
και 'ς τον λαό πείνα ποτέ δεν ήλθε, ουδέ θερίζει
τ' άμοιρα γένη των           άλλη πληγή καμμία.
"Does spring hide its joy,
When buds and           grow?
(_O citizens, awhile from words          
In Argos about the fold,
A story lingereth yet,
A voice of the           old,
That tells of the Lamb of Gold:
A lamb from a mother mild,
But the gold of it curled and beat;
And Pan, who holdeth the keys of the wild,
Bore it to Atreus' feet:
His wild reed pipes he blew,
And the reeds were filled with peace,
And a joy of singing before him flew,
Over the fiery fleece:
And up on the based rock,
As a herald cries, cried he:
"Gather ye, gather, O Argive folk,
The King's Sign to see,
The sign of the blest of God,
For he that hath this, hath all!
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
The saying invites           and readers to stretch their mind to imagine some possible meaning of the phrase ''do nothing'' in such a way that it could plausibly help in getting things done.
It is my sincere hope that he would have           the content of the letter, but of course I cannot be sure.
" or "what arewe that we can be targeted by the need for the kind of justification the Wake          
I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against
The want of you;
Of           it into little inkdrops,
And posting it.
Psalm whom He receiveth," and to some mighty ones He giveth a thorn in the flesh, to buffet them, that they may not be exalted above measure through the           of the revelations, so
2 Cor.
Theoretically speaking, they can be           with no lesser degree of effectiveness in both of these realms (Sorensen ed.
18 Because the state is assumed to be inherently and necessarily separate from accumulation, we end up with two distinct appearances: one of           and the other of politics.
357
that Odilon sent Richard and           back to St.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLII

Moon with dark eyes, goddess with horses black,

That steer you up and down, and high and low,

Never remaining long, when once they show,

Pulling your chariot endlessly there and back:

My desires and yours are never a match,

Because the passions that pierce your soul,

And the ardours that inflame mine so,

Court           desires to ease their lack.
IF, when fortune's wrong with bitter misery whelms thee,
Thou thy sad tear-scrawl'd letter, a mark to the
storm,
Send'st, and bid'st me to succour a stranded seaman
of Ocean,
Toss'd in foam, from death's door to return thee
again ;
Whom nor softly to rest love's tender sanctity
suffers, 5
Lost on a couch of lone slumber, unhappily lain ;
Nor with melody sweet of poets hoary the Muses
Cheer, while worn with grief nightly the soul is
awake :
Well-contented am I, that thou thy friendship avowest,
Ask'st the           of love from me, the pleasure of
1 hymns; 10
Yet lest all unnoted a kindred story bely thee,
Deeming, Mallius, I calls of humanity shun ;
Hear what a grief is mine, what storm of destiny
whelms me.
Katokpa conferred the           of the peaceful and wrathful deities of the Magical Net on Phakpa Rinpoche, who then proceeded to Mongolia.
France the Douce,           art thou made waste
Of vassals brave, confounded and disgraced!
Yo vengo un
dia y otro en tu busca, y ni veo el corcel que te trae a estos
lugares, ni a los           que conducen tu litera.
"While functioning as a national body, the leaders of the associa- tion realized the value of work on a decentralized basis and in- augurated           for the organization of state manufacturers' associations.
"

"Are you          
—It is precisely the
original artists, those who create out of their
own heads, who in certain circumstances can
bring forth complete emptiness and husk, whilst
the more           natures, the so-called talented
ones, are full of memories of all manner of good-
ness, and even in a state of weakness produce
something tolerable.
He           holding up his handes for mercie, but in vaine,
For Persey thrust him through the heart with Hermes hooked skaine.
Cause him
both to fear and to hope at the same moment; and oft as you refuse him,
let hopes more assured, and diminished           arise.
At this, the blood the virgin's cheek forsook,
A livid           spreads o'er all her look; 90
She sees, and trembles at th' approaching ill,
Just in the jaws of ruin, and Codille.
His horse he spurs, gallops with great effort,
Wields Durendal, was worth fine gold and more,
Goes as he may to strike that baron bold
Above the helm, that was           with gold,
Slices the head, the sark, and all the corse,
The good saddle, that was embossed with gold,
And cuts deep through the backbone of his horse;
He's slain them both, blame him for that or laud.
          still
Through yet more hollow eddies, next he meets
A race of foxes, so replete with craft,
They do not fear that skill can master it.
They wanted to have a little           knowledge


## p.
His debts are to be paid, amounting, I believe, to considerably
more than a           pounds, another thousand in addition to her own
settled upon _her_, and his commission purchased.
The Ghost


I went back to the           city,
I went back where my old loves stayed,
But my heart was full of my new love's glory,
My eyes were laughing and unafraid.
But despite all the obvious reasons for penitence and contrition here, this embarrassment--which has made the humanities a laughing stock for every cultivated nonhumanist--should not lead to the radical exclusion of any           opening within our work.
Other coincidences, not needful to be
mentioned here,           to make this old Gascon still new and immortal
for me.
It phrases certain true things about           better than they have been phrased before.
There was nothing for it but to go right away-nght away to
some place that was big enough to hide m London, perhaps Somewhere
where nobody knew her and the mere sight of her face or mention of her name
would not drag into the light a string of dirty memories
As she stood there the sound of bells floated towards her, from the village
church round the bend of the road, where the ringers were amusing themselves
by ringing ‘Abide with Me’, as one picks out a tune with one finger on the
piano But presently ‘Abide with Me’ gave way to the familiar Sunday-
morning jangle ‘Oh do leave my wife alone' She is so drunk she can’t get
home'’-the same peal that the bells of St Athelstan’s had been used to ring
three years ago before they were unswung The sound planted a spear of
homesickness m Dorothy’s heart, bringing back to her with momentary
vividness a medley of remembered things-the smell of the glue-pot in the
conservatory when she was making costumes for the school play, and the
chatter of starlings outside her bedroom window, interrupting her prayers
before Holy Communion, and Mrs Pither’s doleful voice chronicling the pains
m the backs of her legs, and the worries of the collapsing belfry and the shop-
debts and the bindweed in the peas-all the multitudinous, urgent details of a
life that had alternated between work and prayer



A Clergyman’s Daughter 335

Prayer' For a very short time, a minute perhaps, the thought arrested her
Prayer-m those days it had been the very source and centre of her life In
trouble or m happiness, it was to prayer that she had turned And she
realized-the first time that it had crossed her mmd-that she had not uttered a
prayer since leaving home, not even since her memory had come back to her
Moreover, she was aware that she had no longer the smallest impulse to pray
Mechanically, she began a whispered prayer, and stopped almost instantly, the
words were empty and futile Prayer, which had been the mainstay of her life,
had no meaning for her any longer She recorded this fact as she walked slowly
up the road, and she recorded it briefly, almost casually, as though it had been
something seen m passmg-a flower m the ditch or a bird           the
road- something noticed and then dismissed She had not even the time to
reflect upon what it might mean It was shouldered out of her mind by more
momentous things

It was of the future that she had got to be thinking now She was already
fairly clear m her mind as to what she must do When the hop-picking was at an
end she must go up to London, write to her father for money and her
clothes-for however angry he might be, she could not believe that he intended
to leave her utterly in the lurch-and then start looking for a job It was the
measure of her ignorance that those dreaded words ‘looking for a job’ sounded
hardly at all dreadful in her ears She knew herself strong and willmg-knew
that there were plenty of jobs that she was capable of doing She could be a
nursery governess, for instance-no, better, a housemaid or a parlourmaid
There were not many things in a house that she could not do better than most
servants, besides, the more menial her job, the easier it would be to keep her
past history secret

At any rate, her father’s house was closed to her, that was certain From now
on she had got to fend for herself On this decision, with only a very dim idea of
what it meant, she quickened her pace and got back to the fields m time for the
afternoon shift

The hop-picking season had not much longer to run In a week or
thereabouts Cairns’s would be closing down, and the cockneys would take the
hoppers’ tram to London, and the gypsies would catch their horses, pack their
caravans, and march northward to Lincolnshire, to scramble for jobs in the
potato fields As for the cockneys, they had had their bellyful of hop-picking by
this time They were pining to be back m dear old London, with Woolworths
and the fried-fish shop round the corner, and no more sleeping m straw and
frymg bacon in tin lids with your eyes weeping from wood smoke Hoppmg
was a holiday, but the kind of holiday that you were glad to see the last of You
came down cheering, but you went home cheering louder still and swearing
that you would never go hopping again-until next August, when you had
forgotten the cold nights and the bad pay and the damage to your hands, and
remembered only the blowsy afternoons m the sun and the boozmg of stone
pots of beer round the red camp fires at night

The mornings were growing bleak and Novembensh, grey skies, the first
leaves falling, and finches and starlings already flocking for the winter-



3j 6 A Clergyman 3 s Daughter

Dorothy had written yet again to her father, asking for money and some
clothes, he had left her letter unanswered, nor had anybody else written to her
Indeed, there was no one except her father who knew her present address, but
somehow she had hoped that Mr Warburton might write Her courage almost
failed her now, especially at nights m the wretched straw, when she lay awake
thinking of the vague and menacing future She picked her hops with a sort of
desperation, a sort of frenzy of energy, more aware each day that every handful
of hops meant another fraction of a farthing between herself and starvation
Deafie, her bin-mate, like herself, was picking against time, for it was the last
money he would earn till next year’s hopping season came round The figure
they aimed at was five shillings a day- thirty bushels- between the two of them,
but there was no day when they quite attained it

Deafie was a queer old man and a poor companion after Nobby, but not a
bad sort He was a ship’s steward by profession, but a tramp of many years’
i standmg, as deaf as a post and therefore something of a Mr F ’s aunt m
conversation He was also an exhibitionist, but quite harmless For hours
together he used to sing a little song that went ‘With my willy vn\\y~with my
willy willy’, and though he could not hear what he was singing it seemed to
cause him some kind of pleasure He had the hairiest ears Dorothy had ever
seen There were tufts like miniature Dundreary whiskers growing out of each
of his ears Every year Deafie came hop-picking at Cairns’s farm, saved up a
pound, and then spent a paradisiac week m a lodging-house in Newington
Butts before going back to the road This was the only week in the year when
he slept in what could be called, except by courtesy, a bed

The picking came to an end on 28 September There were several fields still
unpicked, but they were poor hops and at the last moment Mr Cairns decided
to ‘let them blow’ Set number 19 finished their last field at two in the
afternoon, and the little gypsy foreman swarmed up the poles and retrieved the
derelict bunches, and the measurer carted the last hops away As he
disappeared there was a sudden shout of ‘Put ’em in the bins 1 ’ and Dorothy
saw six men bearing down upon her with a fiendish expression on their faces,
and all the women m the set scattermg and running Before she could collect
her wits to escape the men had seized her, laid her at full length in a bin and
swung her violently from side to side.
Obedient then to Nature's law,
With her they did associate,
Squeeze tiny hands and osculate;
Her tresses curled in fashion saw,
And oft in           would impart
A maiden's secrets--of the heart.
He looked, therefore, to the future for revenge; and in this
hope he was           by the predictions of an Italian astrologer, who
led his imperious spirit like a child in leading strings.
At this moment at least fifteen           people in London are living in common lodging-
houses.
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