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Debate then Contemplation She wanted gestures. Well hereís one, I said: The black country, earth and sky, darker than Prussia and riddled with ice-towers... Youíll have to look in there for any signs of regret. It was clear that she was down on me. Our providential alliance sat wasted like a large child on ketamine. And she spoke: Was she beautiful, did you love her... Iím the only one who understands you, for Christís sake! It is moments like this that slew Fourier and Marx... Saw them bent double at the hip, begging for leniency. They must have seen themselves, like me, looking into the eyes of both successor and aggrieved... Watching her doing something with her g-string, eating kidney beans, scoffing, farting, arguing over holiday plans.... A young girl at the typewriter, rearranging the keys.
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