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As I was not staying, but only passing through, 
I raised my hat to the eleven that played All 
England for a thousand guineas, and beat them 
twenty-nine times in ten years. I paid respect 
also to a couple of exceptionally large yets. 
After all, I was doing another mans work for 
him. As I progressed, I began to remember 
what my favourite author had called him. He 
had called him lovely and soothing, and 
delicate. He had called him cool-enfolding and 
a dark mother. From me to thee, he had said, 
glad serenades, dances for thee I propose 
saluting thee. Also vast and well-veild. But 
somehow I had my doubts. I sat on the grass, 
and counted a distinct ninety between each 
beat of my heart. I would have to go slow. Each 
beat, I saw, puffed out of my breast like purple 
smoke from an exhaust. I dance with the 
dancers and drink with the drinkers. The 
echoes ring with our indecent calls, I pick out 
some low person for my dearest friend. 

Original page: page_51.pdf

Original text:

As I was not staying, but only passing through, 
I raised my hat to the eleven that played All 
England for a thousand guineas, and beat them 
twenty-nine times in ten years. I paid respect 
also to a couple of exceptionally large yets. 
After all, I was doing another mans work for 
him. As I progressed, I began to remember 
what my favourite author had called him. He 
had called him lovely and soothing, and 
delicate. He had called him cool-enfolding and 
a dark mother. From me to thee, he had said, 
glad serenades, dances for thee I propose 
saluting thee. Also vast and well-veild. But 
somehow I had my doubts. I sat on the grass, 
and counted a distinct ninety between each 
beat of my heart. I would have to go slow. Each 
beat, I saw, puffed out of my breast like purple 
smoke from an exhaust. I dance with the 
dancers and drink with the drinkers. The 
echoes ring with our indecent calls, I pick out 
some low person for my dearest friend. 

Italian text:

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