AT-HOME REPUTATION
My at-home reputation has now cleared
a trampoline of its own making : none of
the crowd seems returning, and I am left
holding the bag. It seems, somehow, the
most difficult part of the jump is the landing.
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Here I am again - vaulted, at a height I
am not used to, spinning, adrift and twirling
about. Background music somewhere plays -
a choir of French voices, in a unison that
needs revising, singing about clouds and
visions. The more things change, the more...
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Doctor, lawyer, judge, king - let me off
easy please; for I am now so tired of the
learning rote, the old soft-show, the twist
and shout of this debacle. I just want to die.
My at-home reputation is withered and shot.
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