On a beautiful day in spring as I was running as hard as I could run pursued by the New York police and a number of excited citizens my mind which becomes brilliantly active under physical exhilaration began to work busily
I thought about all sorts of things I thought about hard times and financial depression and about our great President who is in a class all alone with himself and soon to become extinct I thought about art and why there isnt a...
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