Your job today is to pass gas. You do that and we can start feeding you liquids. No fart, no food.

I sure hope she’s wrong, because one of the implications of her cosmology is that the many terrors we know here are an inoculation against worse in the world to come.

you're a diabolical little pyro, aren't you? He blushed modestly.

The critics often invent authors; they select two dissimilar works - the Tao Te Ching and the 1001 Nights, say - attribute them to the same writer and then determine most scrupulously the psychology of this interesting homme de lettres...

Written By Jorge Luis Borges

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