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170 To be, in any form
— what is that?
(Round and round we go, all of us, and ever come back thither;)
If nothing lay more develop't, the quahaug in its cal- lous shell were enough.
171 Mine is no callous shell;
I have instant conductors all over me, whether I pass or stop;
They seize every object, and lead it harmlessly through
me.
172 I merely stir, press, feel with my fingers, and am happy;
To touch my person to some one else's is about as much as I can stand.
(Round and round we go, all of us, and ever come back thither;)
If nothing lay more develop't, the quahaug in its cal- lous shell were enough.
171 Mine is no callous shell;
I have instant conductors all over me, whether I pass or stop;
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172 I merely stir, press, feel with my fingers, and am happy;
To touch my person to some one else's is about as much as I can stand.
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