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My father used to say,"Superior people never make long visits,have to be shown Longfellow's gravenor the glass flowers at Harvard.
Self reliant like the cat —that takes its prey to privacy,the mouse's limp tail hanging like a shoelace from its mouth —they sometimes enjoy solitude,and can be robbed of speechby speech which has delighted them.
The deepest feeling always shows itself in silence;not in silence, but restraint."Nor was he insincere in saying, "`Make my house your inn'."Inns are not residences.
Marianne Moore
Marianne Craig Moore (November 15, 1887 – February 5, 1972) was an American modernist poet, critic, translator, and editor. Her poetry is noted
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