Without words, what can be well and richly remembered? Yesterdays disappear like drying mist...
unformed feelings lack impact, just as unfelt ideas lose weight. So walk around unrewritten, if you like. Live on broken phrases and syllable gristle, telegraphese and film reviews. No one will suspect until you speak, and your soul falls out of your mouth like a can of corn from a shelf.
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