I flash my antlers on the air.
Let them continue as is meet
To adequate the balance-sheet.
Though they may labour to the grave
My spirit shall they never have
Nor make my soul with their at one
Till the Mahamanvantara be done:
And though they spurn me from their door
My soul shall spurn them evermore.
(C) James Joyce
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