Normally I would have been the first to go in search of cannibal monks, particularly as I had heard of a similar tradition at a nunnery in the Philippines. It's the sort of quest I can't resist.

After a while he played with the pencil and the paper again and was delighted when he discovered how to make a mark with the one on the other. Various noises continued outside, but he didn't know whether they were real or not. He then talked to his table for a week to see how it would react.

I came to abominate my body, I came to sense that two eyes, two hands, two lungs are as monstrous as two faces.

The walls are cracked and water runs upon them within threads without sound, black and glistening as blood.

Written By Ayn Rand

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