In the neighborhood of infinity →
They crossed before the sun and vanished one by one and reappeared again and they were black in the sun and they rode out of that vanished sea like burnt phantoms with the legs of the animals kicking up the spume that was not real and they were lost in the sun and lost in the lake and they shimmered and slurred together and separated again and they augmented by planes in lurid avatars and began to...
Cordelia: Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave my heart into my mouth Lear: Let it be so; thy truth then, be thy dower
the eights they ate him
the play is indeed the thing
fill it up from back to front
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