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the olympics is all in your mind (cont')
Did she know that painting whose title was the same as her book? There is no evidence of painting or even books about painting in that room, only mirrors and, at times, smoke.
They hadn’t been all the way through the argument about meaning.
There might be examples, if individuals could be said to be examples, not of their gibberish, for that gibberish is something else, something they own and use to fill the room’s vacancy with vacancy. But their lives are maps, they’re rather the evidence of the rupture, both collusion and opportunism, homeostatic like the blue air, like the atmosphere in the room, the way it refers—it’s a stretch—to the dream of B’s double room, preposterously, providing documentation , occasional, posthumous but enduring, that is the hook.
When need or pleasure being mutually addressed, erase the surface indicators of favor, the power index
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