A hippopotamus, in the bush, points out a zebra to another hippopotamus: “You see,” he says, “now that’s formalism.”
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A hippopotamus, in the bush, points out a zebra to another hippopotamus: “You see,” he says, “now that’s formalism.”
“Sydelle at the hive the first time: now you pick a name. I pick my name. Instantly, a sort of birthing — a plumage and hunger. Was I infant or was I a stillborn?”
Lisa Marie Basile | Nympholepsy