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—
People
do
not
know
how
dangerous
lovesongs
can
be
,
the
auric
egg
of
Russell
warned
occultly
.
The
movements
which
work
revolutions
in
the
world
are
born
out
of
the
dreams
and
visions
in
a
peasant
’
s
heart
on
the
hillside
.
For
them
the
earth
is
not
an
exploitable
ground
but
the
living
mother
.
The
rarefied
air
of
the
academy
and
the
arena
produce
the
sixshilling
novel
,
the
musichall
song
.
France
produces
the
finest
flower
of
corruption
in
Mallarmé
but
the
desirable
life
is
revealed
only
to
the
poor
of
heart
,
the
life
of
Homer
’
s
Phæacians
.
From
these
words
Mr
Best
turned
an
unoffending
face
to
Stephen
.
—
Mallarmé
,
don
’
t
you
know
,
he
said
,
has
written
those
wonderful
prose
poems
Stephen
MacKenna
used
to
read
to
me
in
Paris
.
The
one
about
Hamlet
.
He
says
:
il
se
promène
,
lisant
au
livre
de
lui
-
même
,
don
’
t
you
know
,
reading
the
book
of
himself
.
He
describes
Hamlet
given
in
a
French
town
,
don
’
t
you
know
,
a
provincial
town
.
They
advertised
it
.
His
free
hand
graciously
wrote
tiny
signs
in
air
.
Hamlet
ou
Le
Distrait
Pièce
de
Shakespeare
He
repeated
to
John
Eglinton
’
s
newgathered
frown
:
