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down by the riverside we all watched the flotsam and jetsam of the ages flow past us like the insinuating determination of ten might boll weevils pillaging a field of cotton not caring nor by pangs of conscience deterred despite the reverberant lessons of eons past in which it was learned that careless or malevolent disregard of the fundmental nature of things leads inevitably to decline and decay. how soon the lessons of the past are forgotten, how soon comes a lazy moth fluttering lightward growing more animated as it draws near to the attractive magnet of illumination symbolizing ultimate purpose as well as ultimate futility, blazing fulfillment simultaneous with screaming nihilism perpetrated upon the creature in equally total measures. the point is taken, the mood is altered, and as we stand in awe comes gently floating down the stream a little leaf fashioned as a boat by some strange mariner insect earnestly piloting his delicate craft, purposeful yet benign, efficient yet leisurely, moving toward some goal of which we can fathom but a glimmer of a hint buried deep within our oldest racial memory. in the middle foreground gnats swarm in the manner of a vague thought not quite able to coalesce, surrounding us the spore-bearing breeze curls caressingly around each small flower and blade of grass, and here we are, in the present, the now, down by the riverside watching the flotsam and jetsam of the ages flow past us like the insinuating determination of ten mighty boll weevils pillaging a field of cotton not caring nor by pangs of conscience deterred.
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You are extremely gifted, do you know that?
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Dennis!
R#0: Sounds like Faulkner jet-lag.
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