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[misfoks]

 Whenever I meet a beautiful girl and ask her, "Please come with me, do," and she walks on without word, her drift is:
 "You are no duke with a soaring name, no four-square American with an Indian's stature, with level eyes, with a skin massaged by the air of grasslands and the rivers flowing beneath them; you have never traveled to or on the great seas, which are goodness knows where. So please tell me, why should a beautiful girl like me go with you?"
 "You are forgetting that no automobile carries you through the streets, rocking in long sweeps. I see no retinue of gentlemen, pressed into their clothes, blessing you in murmurs, walking behind you in a precise semicircle; your breasts are snugly laced in your corset, but your thighs and hips make up for that abstinence; you are wearing a pleated taffeta dress, the kind that certainly delighted us all last autumn, and yet from time to time you smile--that mortal danger emanating from your body."
 "Well, we are both right, and rather than having it dawn on us irrefutably, don't you think that each of us should really go home alone?"

And what's up with the Kafka quotes whenever I catch a cold anyway?

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[kfops.livejournal.com]

I think it happens so that I may learn Kafka... which I (most embarrassedly) do not!

I'm always learning from you... though sometimes I wonder exactly what it is... but on the other hand, learning can't be a bad thing, right?