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as to your avant proposal, remember we are multifarial. we are human, true. but, too, we are the zoo. we know the future only like a sailor knows the open sea. and this ship is listing painfully. it’s something above – not falling in love again. an organicist, you say? an empire in the way? in all your material, where is my interior? so when bombing the academy, what about the nursery? will those little sullen faces suffer, too? will those little brats also come unglued? we know the future only like a sailor knows the open sea. and this ship is listing painfully. it’s something above – not falling in love again.