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“She wanted to exist only as a conscious flower, prolonging and preserving herse…”

“We are all queer fish, queerer behind our faces and voices than we want any one…”

“If we could only learn to look on evil as evil, whether it's clothed in filth o…”

“there was so much to read, for one thing, and so much fine health to be pulled …”