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Walking, snow falling, it is possibleto focus at various distancesin turn on separate flakes, sharply engagethe attention at several spatial points:the nearer cold and more uncomfortable,the farther distanced and almost pleasing.
Living, time passing, it is preferableto focus the memory in turn uponthe more distant retrospects in orderthat the present mind may retain its peace.
Yet knowing that seeing and rememberingare both of course personal illusions.
Ben Jonson
Benjamin Jonson (c. 11 June 1572 – c. 16 August 1637[2]) was an English playwright and poet, whose artistry exerted a lasting influence upon Eng
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