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To: Ross who wrote (3228)	3/15/1999 9:39:00 PM
From: mr.mark	Respond to of 13018

everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself. - tolstoy

To: Ross who wrote (3228)	3/15/1999 11:09:00 PM
From: Volsi Mimir	Respond to of 13018

Nor thug an bás, spás do dhuine air bith a riamh. Death, when its hour arrives, never granted anyone a respite. Heart, You Have No House ..(excerpt) Theodore Roethke What wronged ghost raves in this house? I cannot say. Time's dying on the moon. I hear the minutes limping round and round. I moped all day with a wrong word. How can I ever sing? What's right enough, Clear in the dark, clouds up by day. Forgive me this minute; the hours are creaking Past these midnight bones. He's here, the very father and son of death Who shakes the dark with his look. My long fathers are calling. I hear the cries from muck and sand... In the deep dead of that night, I laughed for love, and quickened that I should die. By these deprivations of spirit and sense By the moans I have heard, What heavenly candle flickers in my flesh Faltering toward another shade? Midnight's my measure. Who Can tell me what avails When false light fails? I'm called by the light and the dark To please my inches. What comes will kill me. That death is easy. Woo me another way. The gun is too pure. My sweet's here. Kiss this.

To: Ross who wrote (3228)	3/17/1999 4:54:00 PM
From: Volsi Mimir	Respond to of 13018

Murphy's mind pictured itself as a large hollow sphere, hermetically closed to the universe without. This was not an impoverishment, for it excluded nothing that it did not itself contain. Samuel Beckett 'Murphy' 'With regard to the disposal of these my body, mind and soul, I desire that they be burnt and placed in a paper bag and brought to the Abbey Theater, Lr. Abbey Street, Dublin, and without pause into what the great and good Lord Chesterfield calls the necessary house, where their happiest hours been spent, on the right as one goes down into the pit, and I desire that the chain be there pulled upon them, if possible during the performance of a piece, the whole to be executed without ceremony or show of grief. Ib.