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  <pubDate>Thu, 01 Dec 2005 00:46:04 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>nothing</title>
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  <description>so since no one but dean and brigitte are ever gonna read this i figure i&apos;m gonna put some poems and quotes from books that i think are cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE ART&lt;br /&gt;by Elizabeth Bishop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The art of losing isn&apos;t hard to master;&lt;br /&gt;so many things seem filled with the intent &lt;br /&gt;to be lost their loss is no disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lose something every day. Accept the fluster&lt;br /&gt;of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.&lt;br /&gt;The art of losing isn&apos;t hard to master&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then practice losing farther,losing faster:&lt;br /&gt;Place,and names, and where it was you meant &lt;br /&gt;to travel. None of these will bring disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my mother&apos;s watch. And look! my last, or&lt;br /&gt;next-to-last, of three loved houses went.&lt;br /&gt;The art of losing isn&apos;t hard to master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,&lt;br /&gt;some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent. &lt;br /&gt;I miss them, but it wasn&apos;t a disaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Even losing you(the joking voice, a gesture &lt;br /&gt;I love) I shan&apos;t have lied. It&apos;s evident&lt;br /&gt;the art of losing&apos;s not too hard to master&lt;br /&gt;though it may look like (write it!) like disaster</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 28 Nov 2005 20:57:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>uhh yes</title>
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  <description>&quot;Anything approching the change that came over his features I have never seen before, and hope never to see again. Oh, I wasn&apos;t touched. I was fascinated. It was as though a veil had been rent. I saw on that ivory face the expression of somber pride, of ruthless power, of craven terror of an intense and hopeless despair. Did he live his life again in every detail of desire, temptation, and surrender during that supreme moment of complete knowledge? He cried in a whisper at some image, at some vision-- he cried out twice, a cry that was no more than a breath: &apos;The horror! The horror!&apos; &quot;I blew the candle out and left the cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Joseph Conrad&lt;br /&gt; heart of darkness (283)</description>
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