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	<description>Found the bike. Not changing the title.</description>
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		<title>By: mel # 1</title>
		<link>https://thisfish.com/lie/#comment-24248</link>
		<dc:creator>mel # 1</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Aug 2007 03:39:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;Who was this post actually about Fish? I am somewhat of a new comer to your blog.  Been reading it only since last year. But recently, read all of your archives back to the year 2002. I was just curious. I feel that we may just be kindred spirits. Your life mirrors my own in such similar ways sometimes, that it&#039;s uncanny.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Who was this post actually about Fish? I am somewhat of a new comer to your blog.  Been reading it only since last year. But recently, read all of your archives back to the year 2002. I was just curious. I feel that we may just be kindred spirits. Your life mirrors my own in such similar ways sometimes, that it&#8217;s uncanny.</p>
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		<title>By: joannek</title>
		<link>https://thisfish.com/lie/#comment-24247</link>
		<dc:creator>joannek</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Jun 2007 02:21:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;I opened Madame Bovary to the page containing this passage one day when doing some spring cleaning and immediately sunk to the floor, rereading and rereading.  Sometimes realization is such a sudden shock even if you&#039;ve had time to admit to it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;no fear or shame in the dignity of yr experience, language and knowledge&quot; -jack kerouac&lt;/p&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I opened Madame Bovary to the page containing this passage one day when doing some spring cleaning and immediately sunk to the floor, rereading and rereading.  Sometimes realization is such a sudden shock even if you&#8217;ve had time to admit to it.</p>
<p>&#8220;no fear or shame in the dignity of yr experience, language and knowledge&#8221; -jack kerouac</p>
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		<title>By: joannek</title>
		<link>https://thisfish.com/lie/#comment-24246</link>
		<dc:creator>joannek</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Jun 2007 02:15:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;But she was so pretty. He had possessed so few women of such ingenuousness. This love without debauchery was a new experience for him, and drawing him out of his lazy habits, caressed at once his pride and sensualityâ¦then sure of being loved, he no longer kept up appearances, and insensibly his ways changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had no longer, as formerly, words so gentle that they made her cry, nor passionate caresses that made her mad, so that their great love, which engrossed her life, seemed to lessen beneath her like the water of a stream absorbed into its channel, and she could see the bed of it. She would not believe it; she dedoubled in tenderness, and Rodolphe concealed his indifference less and less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did not know if she regretted having yielded to him, or whether she did not wish, on the contrary, to enjoy him more. The humiliation of feeling herself weak was turning to rancour, tempered by their voluptuous pleasures. It was not affection; it was like a continual seduction. He subjugated her; she almost feared him.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>But she was so pretty. He had possessed so few women of such ingenuousness. This love without debauchery was a new experience for him, and drawing him out of his lazy habits, caressed at once his pride and sensualityâ¦then sure of being loved, he no longer kept up appearances, and insensibly his ways changed.</p>
<p>He had no longer, as formerly, words so gentle that they made her cry, nor passionate caresses that made her mad, so that their great love, which engrossed her life, seemed to lessen beneath her like the water of a stream absorbed into its channel, and she could see the bed of it. She would not believe it; she dedoubled in tenderness, and Rodolphe concealed his indifference less and less.</p>
<p>She did not know if she regretted having yielded to him, or whether she did not wish, on the contrary, to enjoy him more. The humiliation of feeling herself weak was turning to rancour, tempered by their voluptuous pleasures. It was not affection; it was like a continual seduction. He subjugated her; she almost feared him.</p>
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		<title>By: Cyrus</title>
		<link>https://thisfish.com/lie/#comment-24245</link>
		<dc:creator>Cyrus</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 27 Jun 2007 12:01:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;I can&#039;t help but feel that this post is a lie.  Sure, you&#039;d rather hear it, but of course the truth is you want to hear it for real....who doesn&#039;t...if you assume it&#039;s a lie then life has a funny way of making it so.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I can&#8217;t help but feel that this post is a lie.  Sure, you&#8217;d rather hear it, but of course the truth is you want to hear it for real&#8230;.who doesn&#8217;t&#8230;if you assume it&#8217;s a lie then life has a funny way of making it so.</p>
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		<title>By: Lynda</title>
		<link>https://thisfish.com/lie/#comment-24244</link>
		<dc:creator>Lynda</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 27 Jun 2007 10:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;Amazing.That pain produced the most amazing prose I&#039;ve seen on this blog. Raw words=brilliance.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Amazing.That pain produced the most amazing prose I&#8217;ve seen on this blog. Raw words=brilliance.</p>
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