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“I confess I do not believe in time. I like to fold my magic carpet, after use, in such a way as to superimpose one part of the pattern upon another. Let visitors trip. And the highest enjoyment of timelessness―in a landscape selected at random―is when I stand among rare butterflies and their food plants.- nabokov
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Obey! Comply! Love the machine! Love it! You are ordered to obey! Obey, fool! You don't need a self! You don't need a soul! Comply!...
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