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whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother’s love is not. your mother brings you into the world, carrie’s you first in her body. what do we know about what she feels? but whatever she feels, it, at least, must be real. it must be. what are our ideas or ambition? play.

and it was the din of all these hollowsounding voices that made him halt irresolutely in the pursuit of phantoms. he gave them ear only for a time but he was happy only when he was far from them, beyond their call, alone or in the company of phantasmal comrades.