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  1. 65419682 - sue.hancock3ntlworld.com
  2. 65450370 - anneonthelake
  3. 65463852 - not-logged-in-f735c31be39f9a343e9f
  4. 66029523 - Frosty1
  5. WINNER - 66494435 - Chris5420
  6. 67160786 - slicitra

65419682 - sue.hancock3ntlworld.com

[Onism]. We, and not the [callalies], reject death And do you not think that fantasies about the next world are only an expression of the will to death, spelling as it were to a narrative sense? I am not [who] there would be a marked change in the behaviour of R. C IS if they accepted death as final, for hedonism is just as likely to be vicious and power seeing. Materialism is in fact, alas, an end of neurosis and delusion. And only the fairly non-neurotic can be materialist. In all the [words] I see no resolution as you seem to. I wish to share your opinion, but caution and indifference to the fate of those [insane] I do not love, make me pessimistic.
I wish these words of mine could be inscribed on the hem of Belle's gown as yours were or over hunched contrit [hete] as he suppresses his animal nature in the garden. Or perhaps on the white sky over the terrace where Belle and [Bete] conversed and walked. Or over the [swashing], watchful [caryated]. But simply blue on white must suffice. As I look back at the previous page I fear that my writing is very difficult to decipher, but I hope you are used to it by now, and anyway your sharp eyes...
Sitting here in the garden under an arch of roses I need not tell you of the nature of my thoughts. As I look up I see the clusters of red against a very blue sky. Some of the flowers have withered and are pale, crisp, pink-purple in contrast to the mature ones which strive to compete with their sister in Pett. Braque put a picture of his in a cornfield to see if it could compete with nature.i have just raised your rose toward the red and green arch. I take off my sunglasses so there shall be no mistake and i see your roseis not abated in the least, darling.

65450370 - anneonthelake

onism. We, are not Catholics, reject death. And do you not think that fantasies about the next world are only an expression of the will to deal appealing as it were to a narrative sense? (I am not sure there would be a marked change in the behavior of R.C.'s if they accepted death as final, for hedonism is just as likely to be vicious and power-seeking. Materialism is not, alas, and end of neurosis and delusion. And only the fairly non-neurotic can be materialist. In afterward I see no solution as you seem to. I wish to share your opinion, but caution, and indifference to the fate of those I do not love make me pessimistic.

I wish these words of mine could be inscribed on the hem of Belle's gown (as yours were) or over the hundred contrite Bete as he suppresses his animal nature in the garden. Or perhaps on the white sky over the terrace where Belle and Bete conversed and walked. Or over the waking, watchful caryatid. But simply blue on white must suffice. As I look back at the previous page I fear that my writing is very difficult to decipher, but I hope that you are used to it by now, and anyway your sharp eyes...

Sitting here in the garden under an arch of roses I need not tell you the nature of my thoughts. As I look up I see the clusters of red against a very blue sky. Some of the flowers have withered and are a pale, crisp, pins? - purple in contrast to the mature ones which strive to compete with their sister in Pett. Braque put a picture of his in a corn-field to see if it could compete with nature. I have just raised your rose toward the red and green arch. I take off my sun-glasses so there shall be no mistake and I see your rose is not abated in the least, darling.

Clifford, "yoveay?" is pro-existentialist. I am rather surprised. I felt sure he would treat it as "aratler?" symptom. Would I had been there when you defended our first interpretation of Les Jeux sont faits. I fear I should have been your accomplice - against Sartre whom I, in many ways, admire.
N.P.

65463852 - not-logged-in-f735c31be39f9a343e9f

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onism. We, and not the catholics, reject death. And do you not
think that phantasies about the next world are only an express-
ion of the will to death, appealing as it were to a narrative sense?

I am not sure there would be a marked change in
the behavior of R. C.s if they accepted death as final, for hedon-
ism is just as likely to be vicious and power-seeking. Material-
ism is not, alas, an end of neurosis and delusion. And only
the fairly non-neurotic can be materialist. In other
words I see no solution as you seem to. I wish to share your
opinion, but caution, and indifference to the fate of those whom
I do not love, make me pessimistic.

I wish these words of mine could be inscribed on the
hem of Belle's gown as yours were or over the hunched contrite bete as he
suppresses his animal nature in the garden, Or perhaps on
the white sky over the terrace where Belle and Bete convened
and walked. Or over the waking, watchful, caryatid. But
simply blue on white must suffice. As I look back at
the previous page I fear that my writing is very difficult
to decipher, but I hope you are used to it by now, and
anyway your sharp eyes...

Sitting here in the garden under an arch of roses I
need not tell you of the nature of my thoughts. As I look
up I see the clusters of red against a very blue sky. Some
of the flowers have withered and are a pale, crisp, pink-purp-
le in contrast to the mature ones which strive to compete
with their sister in Pett. Braque put a picture of his in
a corn-field to see if it could compete with nature.
I have just raised your nose toward the red and green arch.
I take off my sun-glasses so there shall be no mistake and
I see your nose is not abated in the least, darling.

Clifford, you say, is pro-existentialist. I am rather
surprised. I felt sure he would treat it as another
symptom. Would I had been there when you defended my
first interpretation of Les Jeux Sont Faits. I fear I should
have been your accomplice - against Sartre whom I, in many
ways, admire.

66029523 - Frosty1

onism. We, and not the Catholics, reject death. And do you not think that phantasies about the next world are only an expression of the will to death, appealing as it were to a narrative sense? [ I am not sure there would be a marked change in the behaviour of R. C.'s if they accepted death as final, for hedonism is just as likely to be vicious and power - seeking. Materialism is not, alas, an end of neurosis and delusion. And only the fairly non - neurotic can be materialist. In afterwards I see no solution as you seem to. I wish to share your opinion, but caution, and indifference to the fate of those whom I do not love, make me pessimistic.
I wish these words of mine could be inscribed on the hem of Belle's gown as yours were as ones the hunched contrite fete as he suppresses his animal nature in the garden. Or perhaps on the white sky ones tee terrace where Belle and Bete conversed and walked. Or over the smoking , watchful caryatid. But simply blue on white must suffice. As I look back at the previous page I fear that my writing is very difficult to decipher, but I hope that you are used to it by now, and anyway your sharp eyes ...
Sitting here in the garden under an arch of roses I need not tell you of the nature of my thoughts. As I look up I see the clusters of red against a very blue sky. Some of the flowers have withered and are pale, crisp, pins-purple in contrast to mature ones which strive to compete with their sister in Pett. Braque put a picture of his in a corn-field to see if it could compete with nature. I have just raised your rose toward the red and green arcs. I take off my sun-glasses so there shall be no mistake and I see your rose is not abated in the least, darling.
Clifford, you say, is pro-existentialist. I am rather surprised. I felt sure he would treat it as arotles symptom. Would I had been there when you defended our first interpretation of Les jeux sont fait. I fear I should hyave been your accomplice - against Satre whom I, in many ways, admire.

WINNER - 66494435 - Chris5420

II
onism. We, and not the Catholics, reject death. And do you not
think that phantasies about the next world are only an express-
ion of the will to death, appealing as it were to a narrative
sense? I am not sure there would be a marked change in
the behaviour of R.C.s if they accepted death as final, for hedon-
ism is just as likely to be vicious and power-seeking. Material-
ism is not, alas, and end of neurosis and delusion. And only
the fairly non-neurotic can be materialistic. In other
words I see no solution as you seem to. I wish to share your
opinion, but caution, and indifference to the date of their plan
I do not love, make me pessimistic.
I wish these words of mine could be inscribed on the
hem of Belle's gown as yours were as over the hunched contrite hate as he
suppresses his animal nature in the garden. or perhaps on
the white sky over the terrace where Belle and Bete conversed
and walked. or over the smoking,
watchful caryatid. But
simply blue on white must suffice. As I look back at
the previous page I fear that my writing is very difficult
to decipher, but I hope that you are used to it by now, and
anyway your sharp eyes...
Sitting here in the garden under an arch of roses I
need not tell you of the nature of my thoughts. As I look
up I see the clusters of red against a very blue sky. Some
of the flowers have withered and are a pale, crisp, red & purp-
le in contrast to the mature ones which strive to compete
with their sister in Pett. Braque put a picture of his in
a corn-field to see if it could compete with nature.
I have just raised your rose toward the red and green arch.
I take off my sun-glasses so there shall be no mistake and
I see your rose is not abated in the least, darling.
Clifford, you say, is pro-existentialist. I am rather
surprised. I felt sure he would treat it as another
symptom. Would I had been there when you defended our
first interpretation of Les Jeux Sont Faits. I fear I should
have been your accomplice - against Sartre whom I, in many
ways, admire.

67160786 - slicitra

onism. We, are not the , reject death. And do you not think that phantasies about the next world are only an expression of the will to death, appealing as it were to a narrative sense? [I am not sure there would be a marked large in the behavior of R.C. if they accepted death as final, for hedonism is just as likely to be viscious and power-seeking. Materialism is not, alas, an end of neurosis and delusion. And only the fairly non- can be materialist. In afterwards I see no solution as you seem to. I wish to share your opinion, but caution, and indifference to the late of those whom I do not love, make me pessimistic.
I wish the words of mine could be inscribed on the hem of Belle's gown or over the hunched here as he suppresses his animal nature in the garden. Or perhaps on the white sky over the terrace wwhere Belle and conversed and walked. Or over the smoking, watchful . But simply blue on white must suffice. As I look back at the precious page I fear that my writing is very difficult to decipher, but I hope you are used to it by now, and anyway your sharp eyes...
Sitting here in the garden under an arch of roses I need not tell you of the anture of my thoughts. As I look up I see the clusters of red against a very blue sky. Some of the flowers have withered and are a pale, crisp, -purple in contrast to the mature ones which strive to compete with their in Pett. Braque put a picture of his in a corn-field to see if it could compete with nature. I have just raised your rose toward the red and green arch. I take off my sun-glasses so there shall be no mistake and I see your rose is not abated in the least, darling.
Clifford, you say is pro-existenialist. I am rather surprised. I felt sure he would treat it as another symptom. Would I had been there when you defended our first interpretation of his sense . I fear I should have been your accomplice - against whom I, in many ways admire.

N.P.

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