
I dare you...
Me and my numb fingers are going to bed. I will tell them I love them, but they won't saying anything in return. They are unfeeling fingers.
it is all voice--musing, conversing, rambling, running on. The important is redeemed as a species of the unimportant, wisdom as a kind of shy, valiant loquacity. -Susan Sontag (whose novels, Crash Davis believes, are self-indulgent, overrated crap) on Robert Walser.
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