 required copious focus, but I sacrificed sin for schoolwork. When frustration vexed, Iliosovy reminded:

' _Should you wallow in the mire of unscrupulous notions, you will amount to nothing in this world.'_

The rigors of Iliosovy's coursework taxed discipline and sapped vigor. My comrades chided the piety I demonstrated for what they deemed 'extramural drivel'. I was branded a gymnosophist by an older classmate, and the insult ruffled. There were moments I felt smashed between heavy bookends representing _independence_ and _institution_. Nevertheless, I was indebted to my tutor for taking an interest in my future. After matriculation, Iliosovy's lavish commendation secured my teaching position in the Conservatory, a well-compensated post few graduates of the university achieved in their early twenties.

But it's a paradox, comrade. Without Iliosovy, I wouldn't be where I am...

Praise fate and irony!

Anyway...I stood on the berm of the canal and recalled my past in a sunburst of images. Purple spots speckled my vision...

Iliosovy's firm voice slashed through the shrill _EEEEEEEEEEEE_...

He reminded: _'Should you wallow in the mire of unscrupulous notions, you will amount to nothing in this world.'_

Even in a jaded mind...

Oh, the tug of life and death!

With a head throbbing like a diviner's rod, I rushed from the canal;

Arrived at my tenement;

Stripped vestment...

Bare, breathing heavy, curled like a comma on the floor, I beseeched the Lord:

'Please! Please, give me either death or a remedy to cease the whine!'

And do you know what happened?

A thunderclap - _BOOM_ \- struck from the heavens!

Next, a downpour...

Rain drummed the window...

Soothing patter.

My respirations slowed.

Tranquility descend like a cloak.

Pessimism scattered.

But for the slowing heartbeat in me ears, silence returned. How anomalous this rejuvenating feeling. Newborn r
required copious focus, but I sacrificed sine for school assignment. When frustration perplex, Iliosovy reminded: 

' _ Should you wallow in the slop of unscrupulous notions, you will amount to nothing in this world.' _ 

 The asperity of Iliosovy's coursework taxed discipline and sapped energy. My comrades chided the piety I demonstrate for what they deemed' extramural drivel'. I was stigmatize a gymnosophist by an old classmate, and the insult ruffled. There were moments I feel smashed between heavy bookends represent _ independence _ and _ institution _. Nevertheless, I was indebted to my tutor for taking an sake in my future. After matriculation, Iliosovy's lavish commendation secured my teaching position in the Conservatory, a well - compensated mail few graduates of the university achieved in their early twenties. 

 But it's a paradox, comrade. Without Iliosovy, I wouldn't be where I am... 

 Praise fate and irony! 

 Anyway... I stood on the berm of the canal and recalled my past in a sunburst of images. Purple spots speckled my vision... 

 Iliosovy's firm articulation slashed through the shrill _ EEEEEEEEEEEE _... 

 He reminded: _' Should you billow in the slop of unscrupulous notions, you will amount to nothing in this world.' _ 

 Even in a jaded mind... 

 Oh, the tugboat of life and end! 

 With a head throbbing like a diviner's rod, I induce from the canal; 

 Arrived at my tenement; 

 Stripped vestment... 

 Bare, breathing heavy, curled like a comma on the floor, I beseeched the Lord: 

' Please! Please, give me either death or a remedy to cease the whimper!' 

 And do you know what happen? 

 A bombshell - _ BOOM _ \- strike from the heavens! 

 Next, a downpour... 

 Rain drummed the window... 

 comfort patter. 

 My respirations slowed. 

 Tranquility fall like a cloak. 

 Pessimism scattered. 

 But for the slowing heartbeat in me ears, secrecy returned. How anomalous this rejuvenate feeling. neonate r
 reeuired copious focus, but I sacrificed snb for vchoolsork. Whev frustration vexed, Iliosovy rwmindtb:

' _Should you wallow kn the mige of unsxrupnlous notions, yon will amount fl nochmng in this workd.'_

The rigoss of Iliosovy'v zobrsework taxed discipline and sapped vigor. Ky comrades chidgd tht pyety P bemonstrated for what they deemsd 'extremural drivel'. I was branded a gymnosophish by an older classmatf, and the ibsule ruffled. Thefe were moments I felt smashed between heavy bookends reprzsenting _ineepenfgnce_ and _insvitutijn_. Neverthelcxs, I wds indented to my tutpr hor raking an interest in my future. After mwtriculathou, Iliosovy's lavish conmwndathon vecufwd oy uearhihg posltikn in the Donservatort, a well-compensated pjwt few graduafes of tre university achieved in their early tfenfies.

But it's a paradox, cimrade. Without Iliosogy, I woulqn't be where I am...

Praise fate and irony!

Anyway...I stomd on ghe bcrm ud hhe canal and recalled my past in a sunburst jr omsges. Purple spjts specklec ly dision...

Iliosovi's firm vojce slashed througj the srrill _EEEEEEEETEEE_...

Hr reminded: _'Should you walloq in the mirv of unscrupulous notilns, you wilu ampunt yo nothing in this worlb.'_

Even jn a jaded lind...

Oh, ths tug of life and destv!

With a head throbbing likq a divinxr's rpd, I rurhed from ehe canal;

Agrived at my tenement;

Strlpped vastment...

Barf, breathing heavy, curled like a comma on the glmor, I beseeehed tme Lord:

'Please! Pjease, give me gither decth or a remedy no cease vhe whine!'

And do you know fjat happened?

E thunderslap - _BOIM_ \- strjzk from the hesvens!

Next, a downpoue...

Rain drummed the xindus...

Soothing pattex.

Oi respirations xloded.

Erwnauynity descend likd a vloak.

Oessimism sgatgerec.

But for the slowing headtbeat in me ears, xijence rejurned. Hor anomalous tnis rejuvenating fteling. Nexborn t
required copious focus, but I sacrificed sin When vexed, Iliosovy ' _Should you unscrupulous you will amount nothing in this The rigors of Iliosovy's coursework taxed and sapped vigor. My comrades chided the piety I demonstrated for what they 'extramural drivel'. I was branded a gymnosophist by an older classmate, and the ruffled. were I smashed between heavy bookends representing _independence_ and _institution_. Nevertheless, I was indebted to my tutor for an interest in my future. After matriculation, Iliosovy's commendation secured my teaching in the Conservatory, a well-compensated few of the achieved their twenties. But it's paradox, comrade. Without Iliosovy, I wouldn't be where I am... Praise fate and irony! Anyway...I stood on berm of and recalled past a of images. Purple my vision... Iliosovy's firm voice slashed _EEEEEEEEEEEE_... He reminded: _'Should you wallow in the of unscrupulous you will amount to nothing in world.'_ Even in a jaded mind... Oh, the of life and death! With a head throbbing like a diviner's rod, I rushed from Arrived at my tenement; vestment... Bare, breathing curled a on floor, I the Lord: 'Please! Please, give me either death or a remedy cease the whine!' And do you know what happened? A _BOOM_ struck from the Next, a downpour... Rain the Soothing patter. My respirations descend a But the heartbeat in me ears, returned. How anomalous this rejuvenating Newborn r
 required copious focus, but I sAcrificed sIn for SchOolWoRk. WhEn frUstration vexed, iLiosOvy reminded:

' _Should you waLlow iN tHE mirE Of UnscrUpulous NOtIONs, yOu WiLl aMoUNt To notHinG in this World.'_

The riGorS oF Iliosovy's coURsEwork taxed DisCipline and saPpeD vigor. my ComRAdes cHidEd the Piety I DEmonstRated for wHaT They deEMed 'extrAMUrAl drIvel'. I was branded a gYMnOSophist by an oldEr clasSmATe, AND thE inSult ruffleD. THere wERe momenTS I FELT smAShed between heAvy bookends REprEsentiNg _IndEPendenCe_ and _InSTitUtion_. NevertHeleSs, I was indEbted tO My tutor FOr takinG an intEreSt iN my fUTuRe. aftEr MAtrICuLatIOn, ILiosovy's LaViSh comMendATION secUreD my tEachiNg position in tHe COnseRVatOry, a wEll-coMpenSaTed poSt few gRaduaTeS of the universitY achIeved in thEir EaRly TwEntieS.

but it's A paRadOx, comraDe. WithoUT IlIoSOVY, I Wouldn't be where I am...

PRaISE fAte and irOny!

AnyWAy...i sTOod on the BeRm oF the CANal anD recALlEd my past In a sunBUrSt Of imageS. PUrple sPoTs sPecKled mY VisiOn...

IlioSovy's firM voicE Slashed through THe shrill _EEEEEeeEeeeE_...

hE remIndEd: _'Should you WallOW in tHe miRE oF unSCrupuLous nOtIOnS, You will amount to nothInG in thiS worlD.'_

Even in a jaded Mind...

Oh, the tUG OF life and DeatH!

wiTH a head throbbinG like A diviner's rOD, I rushed From tHe canal;

ARrived at mY TEnement;

STriPpeD veStmENT...

BAre, breathing hEAVy, cuRlEd like a ComMa on the FloOr, I BesEecHeD the Lord:

'PLease! PleAsE, gIvE mE eiTher dEAth or a reMeDy tO cEasE the wHIne!'

And Do you Know WhAt HAppEned?

A thUNdERClap - _bOoM_ \- StruCk fRoM the hEaveNS!

NeXt, a downPour...

Rain dRumMEd thE wInDow...

SootHing patter.

My rEsPirations sLoWed.

tranquILIty desceNd like a cloak.

Pessimism scATtered.

BUt fOr the SlowIng heartbEat In me eaRs, sILence rEturneD. How aNoMalOUS this REJuVenAtIng feeling. nEWboRn r
 required copious focus, b ut I sacri ficed  si n f or  sch oolw ork. When frus t rati on vexed, Iliosovy rem inded :' _S h ou ld yo u wallo w  i n the  m ir e o fu ns crupu lou s notio ns, you wi llam ount to noth i ng  in this w orl d.'_

The ri gor s of I li oso v y's c our sewor k taxe d  disci pline and  s a pped v i gor. My c om rade s chided the piet y  I demonstrated f or wha tt he y dee med  'extramur al  driv e l'. I w a sb r a nde d  a gymnosophi st by an ol d erclassm at e,a nd the  insu lt ruf fled. There  wer e moments  I fel t  smashe d  betwee n heav y b ook ends re pr ese nt i ng_ in dep e nde nce_ and  _ in stitu tion _ . N ever the less , I w as indebted t o m y tu t orfor t aking  anin teres t in m y fut ur e. After matric ulat ion, Ilio sov y' s l av ish c o mmenda tio n s ecuredmy teac h ing  p o s i ti on in the Conserva to r y ,a well-c ompens a te dp ost fewgr adu ates o f the  uni v er sity ach ievedi nth eir ear ly  twent ie s.
Bu t it' s  a p aradox , comrad e. Wi t hout Iliosovy, I wouldn't be wh e r eI  am. ..
Praise fat e an d  iro ny!An ywa y ...Istood  o n  t h e berm of the canal  a nd rec alled  my past in a  sunbursto f images.Purp l es pots speckledmy vi sion...

I l iosovy's  firm  voice s lashed th r o ugh theshr ill  _E EEE E E EE EEEE_...

Her e mind ed : _'Sho uld  you wa llo w i n t hemi re of uns crupulou sno ti on s,you w i ll amoun ttono thi ng in this w orld. '_
Ev en ina jaded mi n d ...
O h,  the  tu gof li fe a n d d eath!
With a he adt hrob bi ng  like a  diviner's ro d,  I rushedfr omthe ca n a l;

Arri ved at my tenement;

St r ipped v est ment. ..
Bare, bre ath ing he avy ,  curle d like  a co mm a o n the f l o or , I  b eseeched t h e  Lo rd:
'P leas e! Plea se, give me either dea th or a remed y t o ce a s ethe wh i ne! 'And d o you know what  happened? 
A  t hunderclap - _ BO OM_ \-struckfromt he heav ens!

Nex t, a down po ur.. . 
Ra in drummed  the win dow...

S o othin g  p atter .
My res pi rat ionsslowed . 

T ranqu ilityde scendlikeacloak.
Pessimism scattered.

B ut for  theslo wing hear tbe a t i n me ears , si lence retu rne d.How a nom a lousthis re juv e natin g fe e ling. New b or n r 
 required_copious focus,_but I sacrificed sin_for schoolwork._When_frustration vexed,_Iliosovy_reminded:

' _Should you_wallow in the_mire of unscrupulous notions,_you will amount_to_nothing in this world.'_

The rigors of Iliosovy's coursework taxed discipline and sapped vigor. My_comrades_chided the_piety_I_demonstrated for what they deemed_'extramural drivel'. I was branded_a gymnosophist_by an older classmate, and the insult ruffled._There_were moments I_felt smashed between heavy bookends representing _independence_ and _institution_._Nevertheless, I was indebted to my_tutor for taking_an_interest_in my future. After_matriculation, Iliosovy's lavish commendation secured my_teaching position in the Conservatory, a_well-compensated post few graduates of the university_achieved in their early twenties.

But it's_a paradox, comrade. Without Iliosovy,_I wouldn't_be where I am...

Praise fate_and irony!

Anyway...I stood_on the_berm of the_canal and recalled my past in_a sunburst of_images. Purple spots speckled my vision...

Iliosovy's_firm_voice slashed through_the_shrill__EEEEEEEEEEEE_...

He reminded:__'Should you wallow_in_the mire_of_unscrupulous notions, you will amount to_nothing_in this world.'_

Even in a jaded mind...

Oh,_the tug of life_and_death!

With a head throbbing_like a diviner's rod, I_rushed from the canal;

Arrived at my_tenement;

Stripped vestment...

Bare,_breathing heavy,_curled like a comma on the floor, I beseeched the Lord:

'Please!_Please, give me either death or_a remedy to cease_the whine!'

And_do_you know what_happened?

A_thunderclap -__BOOM_ \- struck from the heavens!

Next, a_downpour...

Rain drummed_the window...

Soothing patter.

My respirations slowed.

Tranquility descend_like a cloak.

Pessimism scattered.

But_for_the slowing heartbeat in me ears,_silence returned. How anomalous this rejuvenating_feeling. Newborn r