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Friday, August 31, 2018
I Let Him Run On
“I let him run on, this papier-maché Mephistopheles,
and it seemed to me that if I tried I could poke my forefinger through him,
and would find nothing inside but a little loose dirt, maybe.”
~ Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness
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