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It is empty save for trees and weeds. Beyond the ravine there is a plain, and beyond the plain there lies the Uncharted Forest, about which men must not think. IT IS EMPTY SAVE FOR TREES AND WEEDS BEHIND THE RAVINE THERE IS A PLAIN AND BEHIND THE PLAIN THERE LIES THE UNCHARTED FOREST ABOUT WHICH MEN MUST NOT THINK
s which made men laugh. But it is only our brothers in the Home of the Artists who are permitted to draw pictures, so International 4-8818 were sent to the Home of the Street Sweepers, like ourselves. International 4-8818 and we are friends. This is an evil thing to say, for it is a transgression, the great Transgression of Preference, to love any among men better than the others, since we must love all men and all men are our friends. So International 4-8818 and we have never spoken of it. But we know. We know, when we look into each other’s eyes. And when we look thus without words, we both know other things also, strange things for which there are no words, and these things frighten us. So on that day of the spring before last, Union 5-3992 were stricken with convulsions on the edge of the City, near the City Theatre. We left them to lie in the shade of the Theatre tent and we went with International 4-8818 to finish our work. We came together to the great ravine behind the Theatre. RE PERMITTED TO DRAW PICTURES SO INTERNATIONAL FOUR EIGHT EIGHT ONE EIGHT WERE SENT TO THE HOME OF THE STREET SWEEPERS LIKE OURSELVES INTERNATIONAL FOUR EIGHT EIGHT ONE EIGHT AND WE ARE FRIENDS THIS IS AN EVIL THING TO SAY FOR IT IS A GREAT TRANSGRESSION THE GREAT TRANSGRESSION OF PREFERENCE TO LOVE ANY AMONG MEN BETTER THAN THE OTHERS SINCE WE MUST LOVE ALL MEN AND ALL MEN ARE OF OUR FRIENDS SO INTERNATIONAL FOR EIGHT EIGHT ONE EIGHT AND WE HAVE NEVER SPOKEN OF IT BUT WE KNOW WE KNOW WHEN WE LOOK INTO EACH OTHER'S EYES AND WHEN WE LOOK THUS WITHOUT WORDS WE BOTH KNOW OTHER THINGS ALSO STRANGE THINGS FOR WHICH THERE ARE NO WORDS AND THESE THINGS FRIGHTEN US SO ON THAT DAY OF THE SPRING BEFORE LAST UNION FIVE THREE NINE NINE TWO WERE STRICKEN WITH CONVULSIONS ON THE EDGE OF THE CITY NEAR THE CITY THEATRE WE LEFT THEM TO LIE IN THE SHADE OF THE THEATRE TENT AND WE WENT WITH INTERNATIONAL FOUR EIGHT EIGHT ONE EIGHT TO FINISH OUR WORK WE CAME TOGETHER TO THE GREAT RAVINE BEHIND THE THEATRE
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