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But whist When I have run enough of this spinning globe to give me some memories to feed on I will come to you; I have leaned
toward you more than once; you do not take no for all in all now do you? I am made up of sunsets, and sweet fruits, and their
is no good in me, according to the geologist, but I can live, and love and suffer and so help me God I will - though the heavens
fall un to the end of time. John Muir, if you are human write to me Chas. Warren Stoddard.. resinous, glossy and treacherous
as they are. As for me, I go into the world to educate my self for the solitude that you enjoy by some right of birth which
is not mine. Tell me, dear Solitary, is your soul of the glacier for- mation? Do you know what it is to underline: sweat underline:
blood as I do? It seems to me John that your heart is a kind of north dome and that your Merced veins have too much of ice
in them ; Dont you know that my breath is like sandle wood when my dear stomach is order, and that my spine is nothing more
than a petrified banana?