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never to know the acceptance so deeply set inside the animal's face. it moves within eternity the way fountains flow. she longed to hold it before her eyes as a last. and when it moves.Last paragraph of novel: The cars were honking their horns. and I heard the shouts of angry people. It was in such circumstances that Agnes longed to buy a forgetme-not. The free animal always has its decline behind. its god ahead. a single forget-me-not stem. Free from death. Our eyes. setting snares and traps on every path to freedom. From Rilke's Eight Elegy All other creatures look into the Open with their whole eyes. instead. What is outside. go round the other way. for we compel even the young child to turn and look back at preconceived things. . we read solely from the animal's gaze. It is all we see. scarcely visible trace of beauty.

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