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 she didn't seem to have enough imagination for that. Certainly not for other things. "If love wasn't in the house yet (I thought), then the story dragged on. Nothing existed. Beauty swam in the darkness, with Dragon's fins, to be judged soon. As intelligent as she was, she needed a starting point that I kept secret, considering it to be in the government's interest. Disneyland versus Metaphysics. Without that, all my notes would go on indefinitely, without much coherence for her. Hic mali medium est. A faint light, like that of a candle, to lead her back to the splendor of my thoughts. She sensed (however) that there was a sexual pleasure in all of this on my part. Something that, when I spoke to her, practically gushed from my mouth

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---Looking into your eyes and welding with my own blood the vertebrae of 26 centuries of waiting, to free the last chained century. I think we are all devoured by the fever of history and we should realize it (.) -----, I said. She laughed. But events, at that moment, were unfolding in such a way that Linda's appearance plunged me into an endless dream about her. More than that: I behaved, at that moment, like a figure made of elderberry pith placed in a box of glazed tin foil, which, by the friction of the glass in her hands, became electrified and with each of her movements was forced to enter into the most extraordinary relationships with her. It would not be an exaggeration to say that now she was launching herself into life "with her hands full." The great expansion of Pandora's Box; I, as always, spoke in her ear with very long sentences, but all very well arranged so that we could laugh in connection with the sphere of character. A clear feeling that it was not "exactly" necessary to understand any poem by Edgar Allan Poe in depth in that situation. We were free of that. ----- It is much better to understand something else, at the moment (.) ------, I told her. We were certainly attached to the intellectual sphere and absorbed in the facts of politics, but associating now my laughter, now hers, with an enormous variety of sudden oscillations of opinion.