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date: 1920-04-03

names-on-the-page: Mrs. Thompson

transcription: April 3, 1920 - Page 6

"Men he but brats flingin' stones unto the puddle o' wisdom. Some
few be bespattered."

"There be men who deem that the universes wert flinged as a hanful o'
pebbles by an irate God who stalks Eternity roarin' angers seekin' the
pebbles!"

Here Mrs. Thompson said: "I bet your dominie was like this."

Patience said:

"Aye, but his God haed more tongues nor a gabbin' wench! Aye,
and every tongue dripped the dominie's doctrine!

"I tell'e, there be wise men whose God be half swine and half
self. The glut o' the swine and the egot o' selfs be a strong thing
flinged as a God, but I'm tellin' 'e, 'tis a wise God who kenneth that
such an wiseun hath ne'er said 'Good mornin'' to his ain wisdom's brat!"

-Shadows All-

In shadows I read.
With shadows I build.
Of shadows I am.
With shadows I commune.
I am but the reflection of my
Forebears, the shadow, reflected.
With imagination I construct.
With inspiration I am moved. Shadows.

Today is but yesterday's shadows. We,
A phantom pageantry of decadent years.
Today's shadow already falls
Upon Tomorrow's threshold and I
Beneath the sun, become absorbed unto its fire,
Leaving for Tomorrow more shadow!
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-Man's Demands-

When I depart flesh
And become