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A Vague Uneasiness: The Police. It's Like When You Suddenly Understand You Have To Undress In Front Of The Doctor.

Every Tiny Part Of Us Cries Out Against The Idea Of Dying, And Hopes To Live Forever.

Thought Itself Needs Words. It Runs On Them Like A Long Wire. And If It Loses The Habit Of Words, Little By Little It Becomes Shapeless, Somber.

Justice! Custodian Of The World! But Since The World Errs, Justice Must Be Custodian Of The World's Errors.

Sisterly Love Is, Of All Sentiments, The Most Abstract. Nature Does Not Grant It Any Functions.