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Too many things to say. Too many things unsaid.
People must be amuthed.
Now I am the unknown, the unknowable.
My darling, you are indisposed! You must remain abed for the next eight months. Little Buford - "
"I am NOT naming our child Buford ...
Check your belonging and steps carefully.
It is a very recent disease to mistake the unobserved for the nonexistent; but some are plagued with the worse disease of mistaking the unobserved for the unobservable.
Undrape! you are not guilty to me, nor stale nor discarded,
I see through the broadcloth and gingham whether or no,
And am around, tenacious, acquisitive, tireless, and cannot be shaken away.
As apprehended by those
PPPS. I hope Butterbur sends this promptly. A worthy man, but his memory is like a lumber-room: thing wanted always buried. If he forgets, I shall roast him.
Contrary to popular belief, I'm not promiscuous. There does seem to be a mistaken belief out there that I am sexually available somehow - which is not to say that I'm not open-minded about sex.
Nothing has been given to me.-- Freddy Adu
I have no message.
In computer circles, any unencrypted data is known as 'cleartext.'
Discreet women have neither eyes nor eares.
[Discreet women have neither eyes nor ears.]
It may be you confused undercover with undercovered.
Too late. It's hatched.
My activism was, and is, unknown, unannounced, but somehow effective.
So unabashed as to make its recipient afraid - not of the girl but of a world that didn't abide such forthright joy.
Someone gave me A Gift
without it was Given
Tolerably early in life I discovered that one of the unpardonable sins, in the eyes of most people, is for a man to go about unlabeled. The world regards such a person as the police do an unmuzzled dog.
Whenever truth stands in the mind unaccompanied by the evidence upon which it depends, it cannot properly be said to be apprehended at all.
sold into an indentured servitude
I am unattached; My heart is very quiet.
An untempted woman cannot boast of her chastity.
Now, you must be discrete ...
I am incognito; running away from scenes of the tested truths that I have so meticulously exacted before I am found guilty of the very things I have written.
Left alone, I was passive; repulsed, I withdrew; forgotten - my lips would not utter, nor my eyes dart a reminder.
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Dearest Virgin - um, Oversexed Lassiter
was forgotten and neglected.
An isolated outbreak of virginity is a rash on the face of society. It arouses only pity from the married, and embarrassment from the single.
to early seen unknown...and known to late
I am hidden and I am not.
I am visible and immutable - carefully hidden behind a secret, secret. I
All good writing leaves something unexpressed.
I'd forgotten - perhaps preferred to forget - that I'd caved in to the interference of some copy-editor ... somebody anonymous whose commitment to finding something wrong would not disgrace an Eastern European clerk.
Undocumented revelation is a lost revelation.
The pen is in your hands, the rest is still unwritten.
when they put unknown at the end of a quote, that means they probably don't no how to spell anonymous" -unknown
No ID, no person
I'm an enigma, an unknown.
If you haven't got it, you can't show it. If you have got it, you can't hide it.
Gone. Vanished. Nothing left. Nothing said.
No villainous bounty yet hath passed my heart;
Unwisely, not ignobly, have I given.
A gift much expected is paid, not given.
This book of mine has not been manufactured: it has been garnered.
I am a private human.
Unreached peoples are unreached for a reason. They're hard, difficult, and dangerous to reach. All the easy ones are taken
Would you please publish the enclosed manuscript or return it without delay, as I have other irons in the fire.
To get, simply release, and then gently invite.
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willing prisoner
The unseen is almost always underlined with the unsaid.
From Matheran I mailed the notes of my failed novel. I mailed them to fictitious address.
I write in praise of the solitary act: of not feeling a trespassing tongue forced into one's mouth, one's breath smothered, nipples crushed against the ribcage, and that metallic tingling in the chin set off by a certain odd nerve: unpleasure.
I have not been recognized.
there's nothing there-- John Green
What I created got abominated.
Have from all quarters received. Be in your chamber then at that hour, and do not take it amiss if your visitor wear a mask. This is indeed a mystery,
Night of limitless possibility expired, of a life forfeited, of a foreclosed
As a small child I had discovered that only two places are available to those who wish to remain concealed. The choices are to be a nonentity or an exception. You either disappear into a plebeian background or move forward to where most others fear to follow.
Of this poetry
I'm left with the emptiness
of an endless secret
Do not contemplate the Essence of the UnVeiled, for the UnVeiled therein your World does not hold to polarities, nor of your conjectures; Chapter The Unveiling
I'm a private person.
We all have chapters we would prefer unpublished.
The information we need is not available. The information we want is not what we need. The information we have is not what we want.
My account is paid up. Your records are wrong.
Sexuality poorly repressed unsettles some families; well repressed, it unsettles the whole world.
Given in love. Defiled by remorse.
Chapter I AN UNEXPECTED PARTY
Keep trying again
somethings are best left unknown
Sometimes you have to swallow the unswallowable
Spying is waiting.
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.
Conceal your dispositions, and your condition will remain secret, which leads to victory; show your dispositions, and your condition will become patent, which leads to defeat.
There is no self. There is nobody home. No forwarding address, no zip code. Address unknown.
Leave no stone unturned.
CHAPTER LI AFFORDING AN EXPLANATION OF MORE MYSTERIES THAN ONE, AND COMPREHENDING A PROPOSAL OF MARRIAGE WITH NO WORD OF SETTLEMENT OR PIN-MONEY
Reticences are as revealing as avowals.
An important book for our times, in which one woman's determination and refusal to consent sets an example of courage and honesty.
Like a fruit hidden among its leaves, which has grown and ripened unobserved by man, until it falls of its own accord, there came upon us one night the kitchen-maid's confinement.
No longer in print ... There are sentences, and phrases that, in all their simplicity, say much more than they seem to at first: two months to live, never heard of it, dead on arrival ... For a writer, no longer in print must fall somewhere in that category.
As chaste as unsunned snow.
Non-existent male? I suppose that, in the ditzily
I was touched by the words that have been left,
unspoken.
September 8, 2016
( ... ) unkept secrets always manage to escape, under a door, through a keyhole or an open window, until everyon knows everything and nobody knows how ... ( ... )
In whatever I may be thought to have been unnatural, unwise and indelicate, it is now my most fervent desire it may have a suitable impression on you - and on me, a penitent for every wrong thought and step.
I had not yet acquired the experience which gives modesty.
once again, placed upon a forgotten shelf--never to be read.
All unquiet things,
which stir too strongly the soul's secret springs
Unbalanced power poisons introspection. In its vacated space lay living society's imperative questions, unseen, unphrased, unasked, unanswered.
A wild dedication of yourselves
To undiscovered waters, undreamed shores.
Give what you possess.
Spoilt pleasure is a sad, unseemly thing; you can only bury it.
Where there is an unknowable, there is a promise.
I'm a kind of private guy.
I am free, anonymous man. My flights and falls occurred while I was wearing a magical cap of of invisibility, my successes and sins sailed on in invisible corvettes, and films and books flew off into the abyss in invisible strongboxes. I am free, anonymous.
Every woman before her has been a promise unfulfilled.
I want to be known as unknown.