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wolf howls and the obscene bird of night chatters." Take _that_, kids. -- And in a separate but proximate g!ass display--case of the younger, happier Chamcha's fancy there fluttered a captive from a piece of hit-parade Butterfly, which shared _l"amour_ with the _oiseau rebelle_.
Love, a zone in which nobody desirous of compiling a human (as opposed to robotic, Skinnerian-android) body of experience could afford to shut down operations, did you down, no question about it, and very probably did you in as well. It even warned you in advance. "Love is an infant of Bohemia," sings Carmen, herself the very Idea of the Beloved, its perfect pattern, eternal and divine, "and if you love me, look out for you." You couldn't ask for fairer. For his own part, Saladin in his time had loved widely, and was now (he had come to believe) suffering Love's revenges upon the foolish lover. Of the things of the mind, he had most loved the protean, inexhaustible culture of the Englishspeaking peoples; had said, when courting Pamela, that _Othello
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