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Re: Shakespeare's Diablonnet 144 (fwd)
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>>>How many other obscenities are in similar near view? John Rea has
mentioned Mr. Pines. The following lines seem particularly suggestive:
"He lives somewhere in Switzerland, I think?"
"Yes at Diablonnet, near Versex."
"Diablonnet always reminds me of the Russian for 'apple trees':
yabloni." <<<
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Re: The Apple Tree Of Female Temptation
DIABLONNET 144 (Shakepeare In Versex)
Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
Which like two spirits do suggest me still:*
The better angel is a man right fair,
The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill.
To win me soon to hell*, my female evil
Tempteth my better angel from my side,
And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,
Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend
Suspect I may, but not directly tell;
But being both from me, both to each friend,
I guess one angel in another's hell:
Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt,
Till my bad angel fire my good one out.*
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D. Barton Johnson
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>>>How many other obscenities are in similar near view? John Rea has
mentioned Mr. Pines. The following lines seem particularly suggestive:
"He lives somewhere in Switzerland, I think?"
"Yes at Diablonnet, near Versex."
"Diablonnet always reminds me of the Russian for 'apple trees':
yabloni." <<<
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Re: The Apple Tree Of Female Temptation
DIABLONNET 144 (Shakepeare In Versex)
Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
Which like two spirits do suggest me still:*
The better angel is a man right fair,
The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill.
To win me soon to hell*, my female evil
Tempteth my better angel from my side,
And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,
Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend
Suspect I may, but not directly tell;
But being both from me, both to each friend,
I guess one angel in another's hell:
Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt,
Till my bad angel fire my good one out.*
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D. Barton Johnson
NABOKV-L