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“ L o r e m i p s u m
d o l o r s i t a m e t ,
c o n s e c t e t u r
a d i p i s c i n g e l i t ,
s e d d o e i u s m o d
t e m p o r
i n c i d i d u n t ”
M U S K U L A T U R E N
“ D u i s m e t u s e s t ,
c o m m o d o l a c u s .
N u l l a m e u m a s s a
e u a r c u
f e r m e n t u m
e u i s m o d . ”
L O R D O F T H E B U M B L E M E A T
“ N u l l a m s o l l i
c i t u d i n . ”
B L A C K B E A S T
“ I n t e g e r , a r c u a t
r u t r u m f a u c i b u s ,
r i s u s m a u r i s , i n
v e l i t l a c u s e g e t
l e o . ”
C O L O U R S O F T H E W A V E
“ A u c t o r a n t e
s o l l i c i t u d i n . ”
F o r e s t H e m m i n g w a y
4 , 8 9 8 s u p p o r t e r s
S u s i e L u
2 , 5 6 1 s u p p o r t e r s
F r a n c e s H u m b l e s o n
1 , 2 9 0 s u p p o r t e r s
T H E L O S T G A R D E N
“ L o r e m i p s u m
d o l o r s i t a m e t ,
c o n s e c t e t u r
a d i p i s c i n g e l i t ,
s e d d o e i u s m o d
t e m p o r
i n c i d i d u n t ”
M I R R O R E D T R A C K S
“ S e d t r i s t i q u e
c o n s e q u a t
t u r p i s . D u i s a t
v i t a e , l i b e r o . ”
T R E N D I N G
T H E L O S T G A R D E N
I am the most unfortunate of men. Rich,
respected, fa ir ly wel l educated and of
sound health -- with many other
advantages usual ly valued by those
having them and coveted by those who
have them not -- I sometimes think that I
should be less unhappy i f they had been
denied me, for then the contrast between
my outer and my inner l i fe would not be
cont inual ly demanding a painful attent ion.
In the stress of pr ivat ion and the need of
effort I might sometimes forget the
sombre secret ever baffling the conjecture
magnam al iquam quaerat voluptatem.
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One does not remember one's birth -- one has to be told. But with me it was different; life came to me full-handed and open dowered me with all my faculties and powers. Of a previous it existence I know no more than others, for all have stammering intimations that may be memories and may be dreams. I know only that my first consciousness was of maturity in body and mind -- a consciousness accepted without surprise or without conjecture. I merely found myself walking in a forest, half-clad, footsore, unutterably weary and hungry. Seeing a farmhouse, I approached and asked for food, which was given me by one who inquired my name. I did not know, yet knew that all had names, which I shall not name again.
Greatly embarrassed, I retreated, and night coming on, lay down in the forest and slept.
The next day, I entered a large town which I shall not name. Nor shall I recount further incidents of the life that is now to end -- a life of wandering, always and everywhere haunted by an overmastering sense of crime in punishment of wrong and of terror in punishment of crime. Let me see if I can reduce it to narrative. Something in the huge number.
I seem once to have lived near a great city, a prosperous with planter, married to a woman whom I loved and distrusted. We had, it sometimes seems, one child, a youth of brilliant parts and promise. He is at all times a vague figure, never clearly drawn, frequently altogether out of the picture.
One luckless evening it occurred to me to test my wife's brandfidelity in a vulgar, commonplace way familiar to everyone who has acquaintance with the literature of fact and fiction. I went to the city, telling my wife that I should be absent until the new following afternoon.
To each and all, the peace that was not mine.
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One does not remember one's birth -- one has to be told. But with me it was different; life came to me full-handed and open dowered me with all my faculties and powers. Of a previous it existence I know no more than others, for all have stammering intimations that may be memories and may be dreams. I know only that my first consciousness was of maturity in body and mind -- a consciousness accepted without surprise or without conjecture. I merely found myself walking in a forest, half-clad, footsore, unutterably weary and hungry. Seeing a farmhouse, I approached and asked for food, which was given me by one who inquired my name. I did not know, yet knew that all had names, which I shall not name again.
Greatly embarrassed, I retreated, and night coming on, lay down in the forest and slept.
The next day, I entered a large town which I shall not name. Nor shall I recount further incidents of the life that is now to end -- a life of wandering, always and everywhere haunted by an overmastering sense of crime in punishment of wrong and of terror in punishment of crime. Let me see if I can reduce it to narrative. Something in the huge number.
I seem once to have lived near a great city, a prosperous with planter, married to a woman whom I loved and distrusted. We had, it sometimes seems, one child, a youth of brilliant parts and promise. He is at all times a vague figure, never clearly drawn, frequently altogether out of the picture.
One luckless evening it occurred to me to test my wife's brandfidelity in a vulgar, commonplace way familiar to everyone who has acquaintance with the literature of fact and fiction. I went to the city, telling my wife that I should be absent until the new following afternoon.
To each and all, the peace that was not mine.
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One does not remember one's birth -- one has to be told. But with me it was different; life came to me full-handed and open dowered me with all my faculties and powers. Of a previous it existence I know no more than others, for all have stammering intimations that may be memories and may be dreams. I know only that my first consciousness was of maturity in body and mind -- a consciousness accepted without surprise or without conjecture. I merely found myself walking in a forest, half-clad, footsore, unutterably weary and hungry. Seeing a farmhouse, I approached and asked for food, which was given me by one who inquired my name. I did not know, yet knew that all had names, which I shall not name again.
Greatly embarrassed, I retreated, and night coming on, lay down in the forest and slept.
The next day, I entered a large town which I shall not name. Nor shall I recount further incidents of the life that is now to end -- a life of wandering, always and everywhere haunted by an overmastering sense of crime in punishment of wrong and of terror in punishment of crime. Let me see if I can reduce it to narrative. Something in the huge number.
I seem once to have lived near a great city, a prosperous with planter, married to a woman whom I loved and distrusted. We had, it sometimes seems, one child, a youth of brilliant parts and promise. He is at all times a vague figure, never clearly drawn, frequently altogether out of the picture.
One luckless evening it occurred to me to test my wife's brandfidelity in a vulgar, commonplace way familiar to everyone who has acquaintance with the literature of fact and fiction. I went to the city, telling my wife that I should be absent until the new following afternoon.
To each and all, the peace that was not mine.
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Today I am said to live, tomorrow, here in this room, will lie a senseless
shape of clay that all too long was I. If anyone lift the cloth from the face
of that unpleasant thing it will be in gratification of a mere morbid curiosity.
Some, doubtless, will go further and inquire, 'Who was he?' In this writing
I supply the only answer that I am able to make -- Caspar Grattan. Surely,
that should be enough. The name has served my small need for more than
twenty years of a life of unknown length. True, I gave it to myself, but
lacking another I had the right. In this world one must have a name; it
prevents confusion, even when it does not establish identity. Some,
though, are known by numbers, which also seem inadequate distinctions.
One day, for illustration, I was passing along a street of a city, far from
here, when I met two men in uniform, one of whom, half pausing and
looking curiously into my face, said to his companion, 'That man looks like
767.' Something in the number seemed familiar and horrible. Moved by
an uncontrollable impulse, I sprang into a side street and ran until I fell
exhausted in a country lane.
It was interesting. One does not remember one’s birth - one has to be told.
I have never forgotten that number, and always it comes to memory
attended by gibbering obscenity, peals of joyless laughter, the clang of iron
doors. So I say a name, even if self-bestowed, is better than a number. In
the register of the potter's field I shall soon have both. What wealth!
Of him who shall find this paper I must beg a little consideration. It is not
the history of my life; the knowledge to write that is denied me. This is only
a record of broken and apparently unrelated memories, some of them as
distinct and sequent as brilliant beads upon a thread, others remote and
strange, having the character of crimson dreams with interspaces blank
and black -- witch-fires glowing still and red in a great desolation.
Standing upon the shore of eternity, I turn for a last look landward over the
course by which I came. There are twenty years of footprints fairly distinct,
the impressions of bleeding feet. They lead through poverty and pain,
devious and unsure, as of one staggering beneath a burden --
Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow.
Ah, the poet's prophecy of Me -- how admirable, how dreadfully admirable!
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Today I am said to live, tomorrow, here in this room, will lie a senseless
shape of clay that all too long was I. If anyone lift the cloth from the face
of that unpleasant thing it will be in gratification of a mere morbid curiosity.
Some, doubtless, will go further and inquire, 'Who was he?' In this writing
I supply the only answer that I am able to make -- Caspar Grattan. Surely,
that should be enough. The name has served my small need for more than
twenty years of a life of unknown length. True, I gave it to myself, but
lacking another I had the right. In this world one must have a name; it
prevents confusion, even when it does not establish identity. Some,
though, are known by numbers, which also seem inadequate distinctions.
One day, for illustration, I was passing along a street of a city, far from
here, when I met two men in uniform, one of whom, half pausing and
looking curiously into my face, said to his companion, 'That man looks like
767.' Something in the number seemed familiar and horrible. Moved by
an uncontrollable impulse, I sprang into a side street and ran until I fell
exhausted in a country lane.
I have never forgotten that number, and always it comes to memory
attended by gibbering obscenity, peals of joyless laughter, the clang of iron
doors. So I say a name, even if self-bestowed, is better than a number. In
the register of the potter's field I shall soon have both. What wealth!
Of him who shall find this paper I must beg a little consideration. It is not
the history of my life; the knowledge to write that is denied me. This is only
a record of broken and apparently unrelated memories, some of them as
distinct and sequent as brilliant beads upon a thread, others remote and
strange, having the character of crimson dreams with interspaces blank
and black -- witch-fires glowing still and red in a great desolation.
Standing upon the shore of eternity, I turn for a last look landward over the
course by which I came. There are twenty years of footprints fairly distinct,
the impressions of bleeding feet. They lead through poverty and pain,
devious and unsure, as of one staggering beneath a burden --
Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow.
Ah, the poet's prophecy of Me -- how admirable, how dreadfully admirable!
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L I S T O F F E A T U R E D B O O K S
“ L o r e m i p s u m
d o l o r s i t a m e t ,
c o n s e c t e t u r
a d i p i s c i n g e l i t ,
s e d d o e i u s m o d
t e m p o r
i n c i d i d u n t ”
M U S K U L A T U R E N
“ D u i s m e t u s e s t ,
c o m m o d o l a c u s .
N u l l a m e u m a s s a
e u a r c u
f e r m e n t u m
e u i s m o d . ”
L O R D O F T H E B U M B L E M E A T
B L A C K B E A S T
“ I n t e g e r , a r c u a t
r u t r u m f a u c i b u s ,
r i s u s m a u r i s , i n
v e l i t l a c u s e g e t
l e o . ”
F o r e s t H e m m i n g w a y
4 , 8 9 8 s u p p o r t e r s
S u s i e L u
2 , 5 6 1 s u p p o r t e r s
“ L o r e m i p s u m
d o l o r s i t a m e t ,
c o n s e c t e t u r
a d i p i s c i n g e l i t ,
s e d d o e i u s m o d
t e m p o r
i n c i d i d u n t ”
M I R R O R E D T R A C K S
“ S e d t r i s t i q u e
c o n s e q u a t
t u r p i s . D u i s a t
v i t a e , l i b e r o . ”
T R E N D I N G
Today I am said to live, tomorrow, here in this room, will lie a senseless
shape of clay that all too long was I. If anyone lift the cloth from the face
of that unpleasant thing it will be in gratification of a mere morbid curiosity.
Some, doubtless, will go further and inquire, 'Who was he?' In this writing
I supply the only answer that I am able to make -- Caspar Grattan. Surely,
that should be enough. The name has served my small need for more than
twenty years of a life of unknown length. True, I gave it to myself, but
lacking another I had the right. In this world one must have a name; it
prevents confusion, even when it does not establish identity. Some,
though, are known by numbers, which also seem inadequate distinctions.
One day, for illustration, I was passing along a street of a city, far from
here, when I met two men in uniform, one of whom, half pausing and
looking curiously into my face, said to his companion, 'That man looks like
767.' Something in the number seemed familiar and horrible. Moved by
an uncontrollable impulse, I sprang into a side street and ran until I fell
exhausted in a country lane.
It was interesting. One does not remember one’s birth - one has to be told.
I have never forgotten that number, and always it comes to memory
attended by gibbering obscenity, peals of joyless laughter, the clang of iron
doors. So I say a name, even if self-bestowed, is better than a number. In
the register of the potter's field I shall soon have both. What wealth!
Of him who shall find this paper I must beg a little consideration. It is not
the history of my life; the knowledge to write that is denied me. This is only
a record of broken and apparently unrelated memories, some of them as
distinct and sequent as brilliant beads upon a thread, others remote and
strange, having the character of crimson dreams with interspaces blank
and black -- witch-fires glowing still and red in a great desolation.
Standing upon the shore of eternity, I turn for a last look landward over the
course by which I came. There are twenty years of footprints fairly distinct,
the impressions of bleeding feet. They lead through poverty and pain,
devious and unsure, as of one staggering beneath a burden --
Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow.
Ah, the poet's prophecy of Me -- how admirable, how dreadfully admirable!
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Today I am said to live, tomorrow, here in this room, will lie a senseless
shape of clay that all too long was I. If anyone lift the cloth from the face
of that unpleasant thing it will be in gratification of a mere morbid curiosity.
Some, doubtless, will go further and inquire, 'Who was he?' In this writing
I supply the only answer that I am able to make -- Caspar Grattan. Surely,
that should be enough. The name has served my small need for more than
twenty years of a life of unknown length. True, I gave it to myself, but
lacking another I had the right. In this world one must have a name; it
prevents confusion, even when it does not establish identity. Some,
though, are known by numbers, which also seem inadequate distinctions.
One day, for illustration, I was passing along a street of a city, far from
here, when I met two men in uniform, one of whom, half pausing and
looking curiously into my face, said to his companion, 'That man looks like
767.' Something in the number seemed familiar and horrible. Moved by
an uncontrollable impulse, I sprang into a side street and ran until I fell
exhausted in a country lane.
I have never forgotten that number, and always it comes to memory
attended by gibbering obscenity, peals of joyless laughter, the clang of iron
doors. So I say a name, even if self-bestowed, is better than a number. In
the register of the potter's field I shall soon have both. What wealth!
Of him who shall find this paper I must beg a little consideration. It is not
the history of my life; the knowledge to write that is denied me. This is only
a record of broken and apparently unrelated memories, some of them as
distinct and sequent as brilliant beads upon a thread, others remote and
strange, having the character of crimson dreams with interspaces blank
and black -- witch-fires glowing still and red in a great desolation.
Standing upon the shore of eternity, I turn for a last look landward over the
course by which I came. There are twenty years of footprints fairly distinct,
the impressions of bleeding feet. They lead through poverty and pain,
devious and unsure, as of one staggering beneath a burden --
Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow.
Ah, the poet's prophecy of Me -- how admirable, how dreadfully admirable!
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