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quoatation of the week: «like a patient etherised upon a table...»
i don't know why, but sometimes my life, my city, my plans, my hopes, my dreams, my loves, my breakfast are all, really, it turns out, simply spread out against the sky like a patient etherised upon a table.» ~t.s. eliot
# posted by j @ 01:01 et / | 
