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With each new fish, each new catch, each new name placed on a formerly unknown piece of the universe, came that impossibly intoxicating feeling. That sweet honey on the tongue. That hit of fantasized omnipotence. That lovely sensation of order. What a salve, a name.
Why Fish Don't Exist: A Story of Loss, Love, and the Hidden Order of Life
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