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| It is the night; nay, it is the night in the shadows of the city, in the glowing acid bath of the television, and is not quite night, but a new kind of dark time that hates and vanquishes the old. | |
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| But young, scornful night, where are the evening gifts of your father? The tired hungers, then the full kisses, then the ancient release of the day's love's labour? | |
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| Let's domesticate some animals! | |
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| I'll go and invent written language! | |
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