HOW DID THIS EVER HAPPEN?
Both my hands are broken, my hunched
back is an ache. My eyes are dead to any
sound. I can't go on much longer.
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When I swam with Captain Ahab - or was it
Captain Queeq - I did feel something pulling
me down but never could get relieved. From
that end, I reached the bottom of the open sea.
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Funny thing of all of this is now : I can smell
a fake a mile away, a poser just doing time; the
somnolence of insipid background music, the
staccato of gunfire in a really bad play.
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