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10/31/2006

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marlyat2

I haven't read Dewey in years, but this line struck me because I'm rereading Yeats (who soundly trumps almost everybody else I'm reading at the moment.) It goes so very well with his idea of both creation and civilizations springing up from the vacillation between antitheticals.

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