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About Me

I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us — don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
                                  —Emily Dickinson

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  • [b]asic melancholy; sullen glooms and black studies; atrocious temper; protracted vegetable comas; silences and disappearances; terror of death, heights, strokes, mice; shyness and gaucheness; pompous, platitudinary, repetitive periods of bottom-raking boredom and boorishness; soulburn, heartdoubt; headspin; my all-embracing ignorance; my still only half-squashed and forgotten bourgeois petty values; all my excrutiating whimsicality; all my sloth; all my eye!

    The Collected Letters of Dylan Thomas

    Posted on January 13, 2012

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