he could still never accept the way each owner, each shadow, filed in only to exchange a dented, malfunctioning version of himself for another, just as futureless, automotive projection of somebody else’s life. As if it were the most natural thing. To Mucho it was horrible. Endless, convoluted incest.

Winds of the World, give answer! They are whimpering to and fro— And what should they know of England who only England know?  The English Flag, Stanza 1 (1891)

It&#39;s a huge change for your body. You don&#39;t even want to look in the mirror after you&#39;ve had a baby, because your stomach is just hanging there like a Shar-Pei.

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