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It Is Clear Enough By Now To Most People That The Camera Never Lies Is A Foolish Saying. Yet It Is Doubtful Whether Most People Realize How Extraordinarily Slippery A Liar The Camera Is.

This Continent, An Open Palm Spread Frank Before The Sky.

Just Spunk Won't Be Enough; You've Got To Have Gumption.

Of Those That Are Drawn Away, Each Is Drawn Elsewhere Toward Another: Once More A Man And A Woman, In A Loneliness They Are Not Liable At That Time To Notice, Are Tightened Together Upon A Bed: And Another Family Has Begun.

It's Kind Of A Test, Mary, And It's The Only Kind That Amounts To Anything. When Something Rotten Like This Happens, Then You Have Your Choice. You Start To Really Be Alive, Or You Start To Die. That's All.