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Every Decoding Is Another Encoding.

To Read Is To Surrender Oneself To An Endless Displacement Of Curiosity And Desire From One Sentence To Another, From One Action To Another, From One Level Of A Text To Another. The Text Unveils Itself Before Us, But Never Allows Itself To Be Possessed; And Instead Of Trying To Possess It We Should Take Pleasure In Its Teasing

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It Was Adam Appleby's Misfortune That At The Moment Of Awakening From Sleep His Consciousness Was Immediately Flooded With Everything He Least Wanted To Think About

Any Language Is Necessarily A Finite System Applied With Different Degrees Of Creativity To An Infinite Variety Of Situations, And Most Of The Words And Phrases We Use Are "prefabricated" In The Sense That We Don't Coin New Ones Every Time We Speak.