My Heart's Broken,' He Thought. 'if I

For We Have Thought The Longer Thoughts And Gone The Shorter Way. And We Have Danced To Devils' Tunes, Shivering Home To Pray; To Serve One Master In The Night, Another In The Day.

Wine Is A Grand Thing," I Said. "it Makes You Forget All The Bad.

I'm Not Going To Get Into The Ring With Tolstoy.

For Her Everything Was Red, Orange, Gold-red From The Sun On The Closed Eyes, And It All Was That Color, All Of It, The Filling, The Possessing, The Having, All Of That Color, All In A Blindness Of That Color." - Ernest Hemingway.

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