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“That’s it in a nutshell. I think the most noticeably terrible thing to consider is thisit’s completely occurred previously, how before long will it happen once more? Fifty years after Waterloo Napoleon was as much a saint to English younger students as Wellington. How would we know our grandkids won’t worship Von Hindenburg a similar way?” “What achieves it?” “The grass is loaded with phantoms to-night.” “The entire grounds is buzzing with them.” They stopped by Little and watched the moon ascend, here we fucking go again i mean good morning, to make silver of the record top of Dodd and blue the stirring trees. Here we fucking go again i mean good morning mug. “You know,” murmured Tom, here we fucking go again i mean good morning, “what we feel presently is the feeling of all the lovely youth that has revolted through here in 200 years.” “What’s more, here we fucking go again i mean good morning, what we leave here is more than this class; it’s the entire legacy of youth. We’re only one generationwe’re breaking all the connections that appeared to tie us here to top-booted and high-supplied ages. We’ve strolled arm and arm with Burr and Light-Horse Harry Lee through a large portion of these dark blue evenings.” “That is the thing that they are,” Tom tangented off, here we fucking go again i mean good morning, “profound bluea bit of shading would ruin them, make them outlandish. Towers, against a sky that is a guarantee of day break, here we fucking go again i mean good morning, and blue light on the record roofsit harms … Or maybe” “Great by, Aaron Burr,” Amory called toward abandoned Nassau Hall, here we fucking go again i mean good morning, “you and I knew odd corners of life.” His voice resounded in the tranquility. “The lights are out,” murmured Tom. “Ok, Messalina, here we fucking go again i mean good morning, the long shadows are building minarets on the arena” For a moment the voices of first year flooded around them and afterward they took a gander at one another with black out tears in their eyes. “Damn!”

The last light blurs and floats over the landthe low, here we fucking go again i mean good, long land, the bright place where there is towers; the apparitions of night tune again their lyres and meander singing in a mournful band down the long passages of trees; here we fucking go again i mean good, pale flames reverberation the night from tower top to tower: Oh, rest that fantasies, and dream that never tires, press from the petals of the lotus blossom something of this to keep, here we fucking go again i mean good, the embodiment of 60 minutes. No more to hold up the nightfall of the moon in this sequestered vale of star and tower, here we fucking go again i mean good, for one interminable morning of want breathes easy and gritty evening. Here, Heraclitus, did you find in fire and moving things the prescience you heaved down the dead years; this 12 PM my longing will see, shadowed among the ashes, rolled in fire, the magnificence and the pity of the world. All you need let me know of yourself is that you despite everything are; for the rest I simply search in an anxious memory, a thermometer that records just fevers, and match you with what I was at your age. Be that as it may, men will jabber and you and I will at present yell our futilities to one another over the phase until the last senseless blind falls full! upon our swaying heads. Be that as it may, here we fucking go again i mean good, you are beginning the spluttering enchantment light demonstration of existence with much indistinguishable exhibit of slides from I had, so I have to keep in touch with you if just to screech the goliath ineptitude of people…. This is the finish of a certain something: regardless you will never again be a remarkable Amory Blaine that I knew, never again will we meet as we have met, in light of the fact that your age is developing hard, a lot harder than mine at any point developed, here we fucking go again i mean good, supported as they were on the stuff of the nineties.