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Act', Implores The Ghost Of Future Regret. 'i Shan't Give You Another Chance'. [and So Jacob Does] 'damned Fool,' Groans The Demon Of Present Regret. 'what Have You Done?

But You Have Read Madame Bovary?' (i'd Never Heard Of Her Books.) 'no.

True Knowledge Without Xperience Is Food Without Sustenance

I Understand Now That Boundaries Between Noise And Sound Are Conventions. All Boundaries Are Conventions, Waiting To Be Transcended. One May Transcend Any Convention If Only One Can First Conceive Of Doing So.

Men Invented Money Women Invented Mutual Aid