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Unfitted. There is much unsaid, though the edges of the said so long and so perversely have attracted me. And even now how can I tell what old unbearabilities of mind in animal amount to my drive to seize you, you who have become my being's being, owner than myself? Parmenides' muse (Dike the indicator, Dike the just) insists no part is more existent than another, no part less; and yet there SEEMS to be less being in a self than in another: self is least the seeable, in self's esteem; one's sense of it a sixth, at most, whereas one's senses of another billow full and five . . . YOUI can feel all ways: I run an eye on your leg, look a foot in your eye. In you I am very advanced: I see the end of my own inwardness. But if I turn to me, the second splits. There's instantaneous adjustment—surface slid in place: I face someone who's always facing back, or inside-out, or rightside-down; someone who saw me first, and fixed herself; someone whose other faces I know nothing of. If for a moment she were clearly visible to me, I think I'd fall forever, out of love. 19 ...

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