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Thou shalt instruct thy servant in his ways, thou shalt speak often with him.
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(The scribe looketh upwards and crieth) Amen! Thou hast spoken it, Lord God!
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Further Adonai spake unto V.V.V.V.V. and said:
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Let us take our delight in the multitude of men!
Let us shape unto ourselves a boat of mother-of-pearl from them, that we may ride upon the river of Amrit!
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Thou seest yon petal of amaranth, blown by the wind from the low sweet brows of Hathor?
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(The Magister saw it and rejoiced in the beauty of it.) Listen!
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(From a certain world came an infinite wail.)
That falling petal seemed to the little ones a wave to engulph their continent.
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So they will reproach thy servant, saying: Who hath set thee to save us?
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He will be sore distressed.
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All they understand not that thou and I are fashioning a boat of mother-of-pearl. We will sail down the river of Amrit even to the yew-groves of Yama, where we may rejoice exceedingly.
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The joy of men shall be our silver gleam, their woe our blue gleam — all in the mother-of-pearl.
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(The scribe was wroth thereat. He spake:
O Adonai and my master, I have borne the inkhorn and the pen without pay, in order that I might search this river of Amrit, and sail thereon as one of ye. This I demand for my fee, that I partake of the echo of your kisses.)
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(And immediately it was granted unto him.)
