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Move on, my quill! wait not for my guidance. Reanimated with thy master's spirit, all airy light! A heyday rapture! A mounting impulse sways him: lifts him from the earth.
I must, cost what it will, rein in this upward-pulling, forward-going -- what shall I call it? But there are times, and now is one of them, when words are poor.