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The poor little Swallow grew colder and colder, but he would not leave the Prince, he loved him too well. He picked up crumbs outside the baker’s door when the baker was not looking and tried to keep himself warm by flapping his wings.

But at last he knew that he was going to die. He had just strength to fly up to the Prince’s shoulder once more. “Good-bye, dear Prince!” he murmured,
“will you let me kiss your hand?”“I am glad that you are going to Egypt at last, little Swallow,” said the Prince,

“It is not to Egypt that I am going,” said the Swallow. “I am going to the House of Death. Death is the brother of Sleep, is he not?”

And he kissed the Happy Prince on the lips, and fell down dead at his feet.

At that moment a curious crack sounded inside the statue, as if something had broken. The fact is that the leaden heart had snapped right in two. It certainly was a dreadfully hard frost.

Early the next morning the Mayor was walking in the square below in company with the Town Councillors. As they passed the column he looked up at the statue: 'Dear me! how shabby the Happy Prince looks!' he said.

'How shabby indeed!' cried the Town Councillors, who always agreed with the Mayor, and they went up to look at it.

'The ruby has fallen out of his sword, his eyes are gone, and he is golden no longer,' said the Mayor; 'in fact, he is little better than a beggar!'

'Little better than a beggar,' said the Town Councillors.

'And there is actually a dead bird at his feet,' continued the Mayor. 'We must really issue a proclamation that birds are not to be allowed to die here.' And the Town Clerk made a note of the suggestion.

So they pulled down the statue of the Happy Prince. 'As he is no longer beautiful he is no longer useful,' said the Art Professor at the University.

Then they melted the statue in a furnace, and the Mayor held a meeting of the Corporation to decide what was to be done with the metal. 'We must have another statue, of course,' he said, 'and it shall be a statue of myself.'

'Of myself,' said each of the Town Councillors, and they quarrelled. When I last heard of them they were quarrelling still.

'What a strange thing!' said the overseer of the workmen at the foundry.'This broken lead heart will not melt in the furnace. We must throw it away.' So they threw it on a dust-heap where the dead Swallow was also lying.

'Bring me the two most precious things in the city,' said God to one of His Angels; and the Angel brought Him the leaden heart and the dead bird.

'You have rightly chosen,' said God,'for in my garden of Paradise this little bird shall sing for evermore, and in my city of gold the Happy Prince shall praise me.'

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アゲとく

あしたからピンチョンのgravitys rainbow
一日一章ペースで
じっくりゆっくり

1.beyond the zero

banana breakfast is marvelous.
forget about rilke.
movie is everything.
it is the end of history.
were now in his ultraparadoxical phase.
need complexity, not oneness.
I see I dont see.
ngunngg

2.un perm au casino hermann goering

oh, the world over there,
its so hard to explain.
I think I might begin to cry.
anybodys life could end like that.
the house always keeps turning a profit.
but the penis is my own.
mother is a civil-service category.
brigadier eats the turd.
American voice and information.
rita hayworth.
in a control that is out of control.

3.in the zone

he is baited and bait if hes been seeker and sought.
we are their harvests.
they dress in silence after hours of amazing incest.
move beyond life, toward the inorganic,
there is strength and the timeless.
in the trench of the ww1,
English men came to love one another,
without shame or make-believe.
it was the end of the world.
in the ww2, death was not enemy,
but a collaborator.
homosexuality became mere lust.
meanwhile,
japs were still pretty inscrutable.

4.the counterforce

its shadow.
and its war, not resistance.
the usa may well have been a bad joke.
your object is not the king because there is no king in the states.
only a bunch of bananas are there.
ass backwards.
you need not to die if historys changes are inevitable.
no society can protect, never could.
the form of the power is s and m.
hope to die a weird death.
a system must fall and we know that it is the rocket.
the true moment of shadow is the moment in which
you see the point of light in the sky.
the first star hangs between your feet.

以上で重力の虹終了
次はカフカ、ジョイス、プルースト、ベケット、ナボコフ・・・
それとも競売ナンバー４９の叫びか
再開は一週間後

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the crying of lot 49

she came home from a tupperware party.

shes named executrix.

the beautiful spanish exile remedios varo.

if the tower is everywhere and the knight of deliverance
no proof against its magic, what else.

i want to kiss your feet.

san narciso...
its really fantastic name of place.
tell me more, tell me something like that.
i want to hear you really.

oedipas strip botticelli.