If
you will free your mind from the logical and three dimensional for a
moment, several poderent asses, moiderent asses, made a train across the
bridge of this immaterial. The asses could speak and held a dialogue
among themselves about the trek, which was fitting because all the other
traffic was motorized. The last entry in Volume II, 206-216, a coda perhaps, or the place where you put anything you can't fit. What's the romance? You tell the world.
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