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He whose riddle ends in death and Shakespeare. The sweetest son and the loneliest, his name likewise its own riddle here:
For my sister’s chair (a Mayanist) but also for a German ear (my grandfather’s for instance) the way we say it: chaiir-moany, far away from the vatter land, nicht wahr.
and what he brings me: cheer o’ mine. Born here