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FERISHTAH'S FANCIES.
Nowise affecting flesh that's dead and dry!Thou wincest? Take correction twice, amendNext time thy nomenclature! Call white—white!'The sourly-Sage for whom life's best was deathLived out his seventy years, looked hale, laughed loud,Liked—above all—his dinner,—lied, in short."
"Lied is a rough phrase: say he fell from truthIn climbing towards it!—sure less faulty soThan had he sat him down and stayed contentWith thy safe orthodoxy 'White, all white,White everywhere be certain I should seeDid I but understand how white is black,As clearer sense than mine would.' Clearer sense,—Whose may that be? Mere human eyes I boast,
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