Who can picture
Calvin, Pascal or Nietzsche
as a pink chubby boy?
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Knowing that God knew
that what she really liked best
was not the stable
but the crowded inn, she built
a fine hospice for pilgrims.
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Lonely he may be
but, each time he bolts his door
the last thing at night,
his heart rejoices: “No one
can interfere with me now.”
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How could he help him?
Miserable youth! in flight
from a non-father,
an incoherent mother,
in pursuit of — what?
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Few can remember
clearly when innocence came
to a sudden end,
the moment at which we ask
for the first time: Am I loved?
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Richard Adams opens each chapter of his novel “Watership Down” with a quote of some sort. Auden heads at least two or three different chapters.
Here’s a frightening passage that heads a dark chapter of WD. It’s from Auden’s “The Witnesses”:
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When the green field comes off like a lid
Revealing what was much better hid:
Unpleasant.
And look, behind you without a sound
The woods have come up and are standing round
In deadly crescent.
The bolt is sliding in its groove,
Outside the window is the black remov-
ers’ van.
And now with sudden swift emergence
Come the woman in dark glasses and humpbacked surgeons
And the scissors man.
I love the pink chubby boy!
Answer to “pink chubby boy” question: Only their mothers.