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“
He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.
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― A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
― A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
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Language is my whore, my mistress, my wife, my pen-friend, my check-out girl. Language is a complimentary moist lemon-scented cleansing square or handy freshen-up wipette. Language is the breath of God, the dew on a fresh apple, it's the soft rain of dust that falls into a shaft of morning sun when you pull from an old bookshelf a forgotten volume of erotic diaries; language is the faint scent of urine on a pair of boxer shorts, it's a half-remembered childhood birthday party, a creak on the sta
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