Crossing the intersection, fourth of the five four-way stops, fifth of the eight five-way intersections. Discipline, patience, habit, fear, inhibition, inanition, rut, Francis, ghosts, Convenience, lack of a path, “hiding and creeping” (what is the relation of the 8-fold path to the fifth of the eight-way intersections?) (none) what of the four noble truths…? (none)
Fragonard, Hill top, climactic broken edge of cement, climax means ladder. STOP. This area needs a replica, either gigantic or life-sized, of the sandaled foot of Aristophanes. STOP. Climax not related to climate etymologically. (It is actually) More pressure on the knees and ankles at this point.
I, Nemo to my Nautilus, the not-me, am fully aware of my descent, yet only partially and crudely aware of what instrumental readings this descent might engender or result in (my mindbeing essentially Benjamin Partridge)
how many leaves did I pass as I thought that? How many leaves did I pass as I thought “Kirk Douglas is excellent in Lust for Life as Van Gogh and is not bad as Ned Land in 20,000 Leagues”?
20,000 Leagues, 1954.
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