VERSIONS OF HEALTH
To grind out the sacrilegious, we stand
statues on their heads; watching the blood
flood the faces. There is no greater glory to
God than in dying for the cause. Interregnum
concentrations, and falsifications of words.
Introibo ad altare Dei. I will go up to the
altar of God; yes, for sure that.
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Solzhenitsyn wrote 'Cancer Ward.' It was quite
the thing for a fourteen year old me to read. And
then 'One Day In the Life of Ivan Denisovich'
Even better - I was voracious, never knowing
where I was heading. I just read on, and on,
and on. A teacher, such as at this time here I
speak of, could not have helped me, would
have had no idea what was going on. All they
would do is represent the State, for which I was
already, by those readings, full of hate.
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