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“I have no pride in Big. I know the facts behind Big. Big is what we make to devour ourselves in one fell swoop. Big, ultimately, is our worst enemy.”
“We are in many wombs and escape them once and never want to try it again.”
“And the more corrupt the larger womb is the more apt it is to produce monsters. I’ve seen them in the incubation stage. Their eyes are wild and hungry.”
“There’s a humiliating turn at every corner of paradise.”
“But we are here, even here under the thick oak before the storm sweeps the birds away. Even here we can smell the rot.”
“Especially here since this womb functions as they all should.”
“Ha. You haven’t seen the treachery here as yet. Just wait.”
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