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  [begin leaf 1 recto] To be at all—what is greater better than that? I think if there were nothing more developed, 
  the clam in its callous shell in 
  the sand, were august enough.—|
I am not in any callous shell; I am cased with supple conductors, 
  all over;
They take every object by the hand, and 
  lead it within me.—
They are thousands, each one with his entry 
  to himself;
They are always watching with their little 
  eyes, from my head to my feet.
One no more than a pencil's point, ^lead, lets in 
  and out of me, of me more bliss 
  than I thought the spheres 
  could carry.
  such bliss and magnitude,
I think 
  I could then dash lift put the girder 
  of the earth ^a globe the house away if it lay between 
  me ^then and whatever I wanted.—
My The
  [begin leaf 1 verso]
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