One need only shut oneself in a closet and begin to think of the fact of one’s being there, of one’s queer bodily shape in the darkness (a thing to make children scream at, as Stevenson says), of one’s fantastic character and all, to have the wonder steal over the detail as much as over the general fact of being, and to see that it is only familiarity that blunts it. Not only that anything...
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A: I am not one of those people who sit thinking while holding an inky pen, and...– Friedrich Nietzsche
You can tell how smart people are by what they laugh at.– Tina Fey