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одеяло приняли за больного тюленя, раненая ворона оказалась черной сумкой, в парике кто-то увидел травмированную птицу, а сосновую шишку однажды посчитали ежом
2016-07-01 18:27:00 GMT
wisdom of wombats
Он думал — перед ним Жираф, / Играющий в лото; / Протер глаза, а перед ним — / На Вешалке Пальто. / «Нигде на свете, — он вздохнул, — / Не ждет меня никто!»
I stared at it in complete and absolute horror. My mind refused to believe it. I was dumbfounded. I could not even articulate a word. Never in my whole existence had I witnessed anything of that nature. Something inconceivable was there in front of my very eyes. I wanted don Juan to explain that incredible animal but I could only mumble to him. He was staring at me. I glanced at him and glanced at the animal, and then something in me arranged the world and I knew at once what the animal was. I walked over to it and picked it up. It was a large branch of a bush. It had been burnt, and possibly the wind had blown some burnt debris which got caught in the dry branch and thus gave the appearance of a large bulging round animal. The color of the burnt debris made it look light brown in contrast with the green vegetation.
Ibid. What you've done is no triumph," he said. "You've wasted a beautiful power; a power that blew life into that dry twig." He said that a real triumph would have been for me to let go, and to follow the power until the world had ceased to exist.
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