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Snippet #16

Love is the world’s infinite mutability; lies, hatred, murder even, are all knit up in it; it is the inevitable blossoming of its opposites, a magnificent rose smelling faintly of blood.

Tony Kushner

(The Illusion)

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A wayward thinker hiding behind the facade of necessary courtesies

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