Telling us to obey instinct is like telling us to obey ‘people.’ People say different things: so do instincts. Our instincts are at war… Each instinct, if you listen to it, will claim to be gratified at the expense of the rest.

Slowly, quietly, like snow-flakes-like the small flakes that come when it is going to snow all night
-little flakes of me, my impressions, my selections, are settling down on the image of her. The real shape wil be quite hidden in the end.

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