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“-You are killing me."" -We? Not we. Not in any sense, we. Processes are killing…”

“The horsewife! The very basebone of the American plethora! The horsewife! Witho…”

“The aim of literature ... is the creation of a strange object covered with fur …”

“The confusing signals, the impurity of the signal, gives you verisimilitude, as…”