Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

A Necessitarian’s Epitaph

A world I did not wish to enter
Took me and poised me on my centre,
Made me grimace, and foot, and prance,
As cats on hot bricks have to dance
Strange jigs to keep them from the floor,
Till they sink down and feel no more.

1. The End of the Episode
2. For Life I Had Never Cared Greatly
3. The Strange House
4. The Three Tall Men
5. In Tenebris I

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