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I like to imagine that Adam’s tongue, his palate and his lips were always on fire, that the air he breathed was kindled to incandescence each time he cried out in sorrow or delight.

Thought:

“A bee upon a briar-rose hung
And wild with pleasure suck’d and kiss’d;
A flesh-fly near, with snout in dung,
Sneer’d, ‘What a Transcendentalist!’”

Coventry Patmore | “The Flesh-Fly and the Bee”

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