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[Glenn Scheper]

Stuck on "strangle".

 but the fear lest I should seem to strangle,
 clear and eloquent truth by silence. ...
 shoots into a flame, or its little spring rises to a
 torrent, the rankness of the growth demands the
 pruning-knife  - Alain of Lille

(Even in my female fellow Millay's Renascence):
I laughed and laughed into the sky,
Till at my throat a strangling sob Caught fiercely,
and a great heart-throb Sent instant tears into my eyes;
O God, I cried,
no dark disguise Can e'er hereafter hide from me
Thy radiant identity!

Rossetti: Lo! as that youth's eyes burned at thine,
so went Thy spell through him,
and left his straight neck bent,
And round his heart one strangling golden hair.

Marie Corelli: But my prophetic
 soul tells me you will have to strangle the excellent Olaf
 Guldmar -- heavens! what a name! -- before you will be
 allowed to make love to his fair CHEE-ILD. Then don't forget
 the madman with the torch,

 Somewhere behind a screen a clock began wheezing, as though
 oppressed by something, as though someone were strangling
 it. After an unnaturally prolonged wheezing there followed a
 shrill, nasty, and as it were unexpectedly rapid, chime --
 as though someone were suddenly jumping forward. It struck
 two. I woke up, though I had indeed not been asleep but
 lying half-conscious. - Dostoevsky

And all these strangl*, in Nietzsche's Thus Spake Zarathustra:
1. To kill me,
did they strangle you,
you singing birds of my hopes!
Yes, at you,
you dearest ones,
did malice ever shoot its arrows- to hit my heart!

2. Like a bitterly angry croaking ran the sound through
the long corridors when the leaves of the gate opened:
ungraciously did this bird cry,
unwillingly was it awakened.
But more frightful even,
and more heart-strangling was it,
when it again became silent and still all around,
and I alone sat in that malignant silence.

3. To my very throat throbs my heart when I hear them burrowing!
your muteness even is like to strangle me,
you abysmal mute one!

4,5. The great disgust at man- it strangled me and had crept
into my throat: and what the soothsayer had presaged:
"All is alike,
nothing is worth while,
knowledge strangles."

6. O my soul, I washed the petty shame and the by-place virtue from
you, and persuaded you to stand naked before the eyes of the sun.
With the storm that is called "spirit"
did I blow over your surging sea;
all clouds did I blow away from it;
I strangled even the strangler called "sin."

And of course, I have mentioned the pharmakon,
and oft come to mention the trope of sea in AF.
 
Yours truly,
Glenn Scheper
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