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I can now blow a semblance of the cavalry charge as well as Gunga Din's warning call, complete with the descending fadeout. I have since toyed with the idea of composing a Call for Papers to go with xeyes all those notices one gets for impending academic conferences. In the woods, where I spent some of my happiest times xeyes with xeyes my dogs, I got to recognize bird calls and could even imitate some. I was also pretty good at reproducing barnyard sounds. My cock's crow was much more authentic than either the English cock-a-doodle-doo or the Spanish qui-qui-ri-qui, both of which show the essential impossibility of translation. Words and names were all around me. I had private nicknames for people which I never expressed or revealed because their accuracy might be taken for cruelty or disdain, which it was not. I would also look at the structure and window arrangement of houses, giving them faces and making them, to my mind's eye and ear, speak the names of their owners.
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