“The spirit of peace.” This from Virginia Woolf’s A Room of One’s Own. To write of spirit is ghost-like. Nebulosity keeps reader and writer trapped in old thoughts. Not ghosts but whiches, writer! Tell us which spirit.
:- Doug.
Don’t conversations have to come at things directly? Is to ask the question to smash it?
:- Doug.
Where does imagination come from? Where is its bed to retire to sleep and dream?
:- Doug.
We are restrained by viscous circles—and by them perchance freed and even shot off.
:- Doug.
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