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Heres comes everything I ever hated : the Marvelettes
to the idea of varnish or shellac. What can I say about
anything here? This Earth-life is a solid wander. How
do you even try to make understanding work?
I don't often talk in front of things : I watch, instead.
The moss-greened walls of the Winter Palace, those
Romanovs and that powderkeg; the ice and frost across
Gerry Lake, right next to where I'd lived. I've had a
million moments in this big, soft life. Nothing
was hard, and nothing was easy.
It was right here, they invented light. Illumination,
anyway. Thomas Alva Edison Filbert Montahokey.
That was his real name, because I say so. He had
an experimental electric railway too that he ran right
through these woods. Nothing big deal, 2 or 3 cars
to experiment voltage and movement. It went
everywhere, and it went nowhere at all.