Sjećanje nikada ne obnavlja stvarnost. Ono je samo preuređuje. Sva ta preuređenja mijenjaju original, postajući na taj način vanjski okviri za preporuke koje neizbježno brzo propadaju.

But least is he who, with enchanted eyes Filled with high visions of fair shapes to be, Muses which god he shall immortalize In the proud Parian’s perpetuity, Till twilight warns him from the punctual skies That the night cometh wherein none shall see.

We thought you’d been shot, Freddy,” she said, “because Old Whibley found your hat way up beyond the ranch, and it had bullet holes in it.” So

Written By Walter R. Brooks

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