My table is now brightly, now dimly lighted. Its temperature varies. It may receive an ink stain. One of its legs may be broken. It may be repaired, polished, and replaced part by part. But, for me, it remains the table at which I daily write.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My work is being destroyed almost as soon as it is printed. One day it is being read; the next day someone's wrapping fish in it.
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