His secrets preferred a bonfire;

confidence pulling out in business;

bodies turned, to go,

to accompany his name

 

the long suburban corridor beyond,

big and noisy, which I know to be untrue.

I had never heard my consciousness.

His formality was an enemy.

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"We may both be dead before the day is out and I do not propose to die with polite insincerities in my mouth"
That Hideous Strength, C S Lewis
"Ozymandias I may be but I shall not build my statue of blancmange. " Peter Riley

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