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XVIII He sprang forth from the Cosmos, he didn’t just leave, he sprang forth most of the time but this time he was Mozart and Oswald Spengler, and Samuel Coleridge, for he had something over the First, Second, and Third I.s whose Spenglers and Mozarts were already buried, or digested, or they were absorbed and they were accommodated, the way it happens, and he was springing forth unto the river and one thing was on his mind, or he could have divided it in two although to I. it seemed like one continual thing and he couldn’t wait till he got back to his books and only he wished he had his books while he stood above the water, though he knew other waters and he was never without a river. |
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