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We Are The Children Of Our Landscape; It Dictates Behavior And Even Thought In The Measure To Which We Are Responsive To It.

'we Live' Writes Pursewarden Somewhere 'lives Based Upon Selected Fictions. Our View Of Reality Is Conditioned By Our Position In Space And Time — Not By Our Personalities As We Like To Think. Thus Every Interpretation Oа Reality Is Based Upon A Unique Position. Two Paces East Or West And The Whole Picture Is Changed.

Of Women, The Most We Can Say, Not Being Frenchmen, Is That They Are Burrowing Animals.

I Have Been Thinking About The Girl I Met Last Night In The Mirror: Dark On The Marble-ivory White: Glossy Black Hair: Deep Suspiring Eyes In Which One's Glances Sink Because They Are Nervous, Curious, Turned To Sexual Curiosity.

Love Joins And Then Divides. How Else Would We Be Growing?