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Mud unto mud!—Death eddies near— Not here the appointed End, not here!...
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He leaves a white Unbroken glory, a gathered radiance, A width, a shining peace, under the night.
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Stands the Church clock at ten to three? And is there honey still for tea?
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But somewhere, beyond Space and Time, is wetter water, slimier slime! And there (they trust) there swimmeth one who swam ere rivers were begun, immense of fishy form and mind, squamous omnipotent, and kind.
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A book may be compared to your neighbor; if it be good, it cannot last too long; if bad, you cannot get rid of it too early.
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