I want to do two things : first

try to show that life finalizes itself
on the threshing floor, engorged with a life-
time of self-thinking thoughts and self-sinking

Second, to assert the theory
that there is nothing more worthwhile
than direct eye contact with a two-month-old
long-haired Rottweiler.

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