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| Pablo Picasso, Bottle of Vieux Marc, Glass, Guitar & Newspaper |
The art of writing is all but lost (not the science which comes afterward and depends completely on the first) it is to make the stores of the mind available to the pen——Wide! That which locks up the mind is vicious.
Mr. Seraphim: They hate me. Police Protection. She was a flaming type of stupidity and its resourceful manner under Police Protection——the only normal: a type. One of the few places the truth (demeaned) clings on.
(W.C.W.)
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