In the field, one quickly learns that everything that was funny at age ten is funny all over again.

There are places we fear, places we dream, places whose exiles we became and never learned it until, sometimes, too late.

If patterns of ones and zeroes were "like" patterns of human lives and deaths, if everything about an individual could be represented in a computer record by a long strings of ones and zeroes, then what kind of creature could be represented by a long string of lives and deaths?

His head is made of stars, but not yet arranged into constellations.

Written By Elias Canetti

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