nightwood

Haven't I eaten a book too? Like the angels and prophets? And wasn't it a bitter book to eat? The archives of my case against the law, snatched up and out of the tale-telling files by my high important friend. And didn't I eat a page and tear a page and stamp on others and flay some and toss some into the toilet for relief's sake - then think of Jenny without a comma to eat, and Robin with nothing but a pet name; for pet names are a guard against loss, like primitive music.

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