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From Don Quixote:
DON QUIXOTE'S ABORTION
When she was finally crazy because she was about to have an abortion, she conceived of the most insane idea that any woman can think of. Which is to love. How can a woman love? By loving someone other than herself. She would love another person. By loving another person, she would right every manner of political, social, and individual wrong: she would put herself in those situations so perilous the glory of her name would resound. The abortion was about to take place:
DON QUIXOTE'S ABORTION
When she was finally crazy because she was about to have an abortion, she conceived of the most insane idea that any woman can think of. Which is to love. How can a woman love? By loving someone other than herself. She would love another person. By loving another person, she would right every manner of political, social, and individual wrong: she would put herself in those situations so perilous the glory of her name would resound. The abortion was about to take place:
From her neck to her knees she wore pale or puke green paper. This was her armor. She had chosen it
specially, for she knew that this world's conditions are so rought for any single person, even a rich person, that person has to
make do with what she can find: this's no world for idealism. Example: the green paper would tear as soon as the abortion
began.
From Blood and Guts in High School:
MR. FUCKFACE: You see, we own the language. Language must be used clearly and precisely to reveal our universe.
MR. BLOWJOB: Those rebels are never clear. What they say doesn't make sense.
MR. FUCKFACE: It even goes against all the religions to tamper with the sacred languages.
MR. BLOWJOB: Without language the only people the rebels can kill are themselves.
(Meanwhile, the theatre in which the play is being shown is set on fire.)
MR. KNOCKWURST: Every night Sahih tells me my workers play these records of screams and to amuse themselves instead of sleeping they knife each other. Is that what we call language?
(No answer.)
MR. FUCKFACE: You see, we own the language. Language must be used clearly and precisely to reveal our universe.
MR. BLOWJOB: Those rebels are never clear. What they say doesn't make sense.
MR. FUCKFACE: It even goes against all the religions to tamper with the sacred languages.
MR. BLOWJOB: Without language the only people the rebels can kill are themselves.
(Meanwhile, the theatre in which the play is being shown is set on fire.)
MR. KNOCKWURST: Every night Sahih tells me my workers play these records of screams and to amuse themselves instead of sleeping they knife each other. Is that what we call language?
(No answer.)
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