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A Momentary Diversion on the Road to the Grave
A tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying NothingI live in the Twentieth Century
and you lie here beside me. You
were unhappy when you fell asleep.
There was nothing I could do about
it. I felt hopeless. Your face
is so beautiful that I cannot stop
to describe it, and there’s nothing
I can do to make you happy while
you sleep.
Richard Brautigan, “I Live in the Twentieth Century”
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