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3.1415926535897932384626433832 7950288419716939937510 5820974944592307 81640628620899862803 48253421170679 821480865 13282306647093844 609550582231725359408128 481117450284 1027019385211055 5964462294895493038196 442881097 56659334461284756
This should be around 225 digits. I memorized them in highschool. I intended to memorize at least 1000 digits but I lost interest. I also memorized the opening of the canterbury (sp?) tales to "and specially, from every shire's ende, of engelond to canterbury they wende the holy blissful martyr for to seke that hem hath holpen wan that they were seke" spelling surely butchered. Also: The Second Coming Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all convictions, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Surely some revelation is at hand; Surely the Second Coming is at hand. The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert A shape with lion body and the head of a man, A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, Is moving its slow thighs, while all around it Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds. The darkness drops again; but now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born? And some good anti religious stuff from Lucretius' On the Nature of Things which I'm not going to type out. (It's the passage concerning the sacrifice of Iphigenia) |
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