The poet is a faker.
His faking is so real
That he even fakes that is pain,
The pain he truly feels.
And those who read his writings
In the read pain they feel
Not the two pains that were his,
But only the one that is not theirs.
And so in its little tracks
Runs, to entertain reason,
That clockwork train
The thing that is called the heart
(Fernando Pessoa, himself)
11/13 Links Pt2: A Worldwide ‘Jew Hunt’; Natan Sharansky: We Are Never
Alone; Fear of the ‘Muscular Jew’
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From Ian:
Bret Stephens: A Worldwide ‘Jew Hunt’
Notice what these attackers aren’t saying. They aren’t expressing
themselves in the faddish language of ...
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