quel dommage

there it was, he thought, locked up in that fine head (...) then why not prise it open? why not share it (...) why can't he flow? Why can't he pull the string of the shower-bath? why's it all locked up, refrigerated? - woolf, the years

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in secret we met
in silence i grieve
that thy heart could forget
thy spirit deceive
if i should meet thee
after long years
how should i greet thee?
with silence and tears. - lord byron

o-o

to look life in the face
always
to look life in the face
and to know it
for what it is
and at last
to know it
to love it
for what it is
and then
put it away - woolf

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-why could u not return to this girl you love?
-really, it is too complicated...
-then it is usual. not unusual -fowles, the magus

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since the external disorder and extravagant lies
the baroque frontiers, the surrealist police;
what can truth treasure, or heart bless,
but a narrow strictness? - w.h. auden

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o rose, thou art sick!
the invisible worm,
that flies in the night,
in the howling storm,
has found out thy bed
of crimson joy;
and his dark secret love
does thy life destroy. - w. blake

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muss es sein?
es muss sein.