To my father's mind, words must serve as confirmation of things, as signs of possession; to mine they were foretastes of things barely glimpsed, not possessed, presumed.
- Italo Calvino, The Road to San Giovanni
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Hey. Could we do that again? I know we haven't met, but I don't want to be an ant. You know?
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