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vision that asked for ratification, either they had been
woken from their dreams by that prodigious cannonading which
had made the wine glasses tinkle in the cupboard, or
that intrusion - that black snout - that purple foaming stain -
had so gravely interfered damaged the composition of the picture
that w they had fled. They had gone in despair. They had
dashed the mirror to the ground. They saw nothing more.
They stumbled & strove now, blindly, pulling their feet out of the
mud & stamping them further in. Let the wind blow, let the
poppy seed itself, & the carnation mate with the cabbage.
Let the swallow build on the works of Shakespeare; & the
butterfly flaunt in the drawing room, & the thistle thrust up the
tiles up, & the butterfly sun itself on the faded chinzy86 arm chairs.
Let the  ch broken china be & all beaut civilisation lie
like broken china to be tangled over with the
blackberries & grass.

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