"Wine is a precarious aphrodisiac, and its fumes have blighted many a mating."

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Poison or elixir, narcotic or aphrodisiac, whatever it was, this flower, relic of a day in the life of an accidental writer, an inadvertent counterfeiter leaving his traces in code, the birds were coming to try it, performing a dance for no one and flying up toward the moon.

— Cesar Aira