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52 Gone With The Wind Culver City, CA When I was a debutante I often went to the Jurassic museums— to escape from the real world. Now I see clearly that the world is ever and was even then what it is. That there are mermaids who give birth to twins while french-kissing their underwater consorts— (two heads emerging below the waist; two heads converging above). In other words, experiences pass, almost before we’ve “experienced” them. Memory, literally, accounts for naught. And yet clearly, water will continue to explode above Iguazú Falls— which seems to indicate that Love endures. 53 Yes, Love. Isn’t she the revolutionary Cuban girl singing her red heart out on the proscenium of a needle-eye in that other exhibit? Quite frankly, my dears, I believe that even this tissue of improbable coincidence (my writing, you reading this page) will dissipate, leaving no scales, nor its pleasure, nor any other traces of our Keats-like endeavouring (and yet I have had so many kindnesses done me by so many people . . .) I refuse to think the dinosaurs are not ironically watching all of this. ...

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