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With their souls of patent leather, they come down the road. Hunched and nocturnal, where they breathe they impose, silence of dark rubber, and fear of fine sand.
— Federico Garcia Lorca
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Argument is to me the air I breathe. Given any proposition, I cannot help believing the other side and defending it.
— Gertrude Stein
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