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Full of rhetorical closing lines this morning, like my calendar still says the long 18th century and my "Essay on Man" is due by close of business. Clover from The Totality for Kids: City about nothing at all: it will not Speak of me or others, of love or youth Or anything else. And the city called The Antipast toward which you travel And travel, where rain is filling The April air with silver quotation marks. Stanley from A Tall, Curious Girl: This context-bound reality you construct this facing up to death is just the fading of the real sense of reality, fading of the individual. We don't 'have to believe' the world is for the young; it just is.