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   Cold-slaw
   Collective opacity
   Expectation of those who will come no more
   Felt that this was my misfortune more than my fault
   Found life was not all poetry
   He had no time to make money
   Intellectual poseurs
   No time to make money
   NYC, a city where money counts for more and goes for less
   One could be openly poor in Cambridge without open shame
   Put your finger on the present moment and enjoy it
   Standards were their own, and they were satisfied with them
   Wonderful to me how it should remain so unintelligible