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There Is No Science Without Fancy And No Art Without Fact.

I Have No Desires, Save The Desire To Express Myself In Defiance Of All The World’s Muteness.

Why Should I Tolerate A Perfect Stranger At The Bedside Of My Mind?

Humbert Was Perfectly Capable Of Intercourse With Eve, But It Was Lilith He Longed For.

The Future Is But The Obsolete In Reverse.