I took Pushkin the cat for a walk in the back yard, in harness... poor cat. He has been in too many cat fights, &,& is getting too expensive (poor cat). Anyway, I thought I would mention a predicament.

They have no music, the receptors.

They are enamour'd of the pretense & the sophism. They have no music, I reckon.

If they redden themselves into the sound, the singalong hopalong sound, they might hear something.

But they have no music, though tho' th'receptors are constantly convening (receptions).

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