I had thought that words were instruments of precision. Now I know that they devour the world, leaving nothing in its pl — Steven Millhauser, Dangerous Laughter
I had thought that words were instruments of precision. Now I know that they devour the world, leaving nothing in its pl — Steven Millhauser, Dangerous Laughter
I had thought that words were instruments of precision. Now I know that they devour the world, leaving nothing in its pl — Steven Millhauser, Dangerous Laughter
I had thought that words were instruments of precision. Now I know that they devour the world, leaving nothing in its pl — Steven Millhauser, Dangerous Laughter
I had thought that words were instruments of precision. Now I know that they devour the world, leaving nothing in its pl — Steven Millhauser, Dangerous Laughter
I had thought that words were instruments of precision. Now I know that they devour the world, leaving nothing in its pl — Steven Millhauser, Dangerous Laughter
I had thought that words were instruments of precision. Now I know that they devour the world, leaving nothing in its pl — Steven Millhauser, Dangerous Laughter
I had thought that words were instruments of precision. Now I know that they devour the world, leaving nothing in its pl — Steven Millhauser, Dangerous Laughter
I had thought that words were instruments of precision. Now I know that they devour the world, leaving nothing in its pl — Steven Millhauser, Dangerous Laughter
I had thought that words were instruments of precision. Now I know that they devour the world, leaving nothing in its pl — Steven Millhauser, Dangerous Laughter
I had thought that words were instruments of precision. Now I know that they devour the world, leaving nothing in its pl — Steven Millhauser, Dangerous Laughter
I had thought that words were instruments of precision. Now I know that they devour the world, leaving nothing in its pl — Steven Millhauser, Dangerous Laughter
I had thought that words were instruments of precision. Now I know that they devour the world, leaving nothing in its pl — Steven Millhauser, Dangerous Laughter
I had thought that words were instruments of precision. Now I know that they devour the world, leaving nothing in its pl — Steven Millhauser, Dangerous Laughter
I had thought that words were instruments of precision. Now I know that they devour the world, leaving nothing in its pl — Steven Millhauser, Dangerous Laughter
I had thought that words were instruments of precision. Now I know that they devour the world, leaving nothing in its pl — Steven Millhauser, Dangerous Laughter
I had thought that words were instruments of precision. Now I know that they devour the world, leaving nothing in its pl — Steven Millhauser, Dangerous Laughter
I had thought that words were instruments of precision. Now I know that they devour the world, leaving nothing in its pl — Steven Millhauser, Dangerous Laughter
I had thought that words were instruments of precision. Now I know that they devour the world, leaving nothing in its pl — Steven Millhauser, Dangerous Laughter
I had thought that words were instruments of precision. Now I know that they devour the world, leaving nothing in its pl — Steven Millhauser, Dangerous Laughter
I had thought that words were instruments of precision. Now I know that they devour the world, leaving nothing in its pl — Steven Millhauser, Dangerous Laughter
I had thought that words were instruments of precision. Now I know that they devour the world, leaving nothing in its pl — Steven Millhauser, Dangerous Laughter
I had thought that words were instruments of precision. Now I know that they devour the world, leaving nothing in its pl — Steven Millhauser, Dangerous Laughter
I had thought that words were instruments of precision. Now I know that they devour the world, leaving nothing in its pl — Steven Millhauser, Dangerous Laughter
I had thought that words were instruments of precision. Now I know that they devour the world, leaving nothing in its pl — Steven Millhauser, Dangerous Laughter
I had thought that words were instruments of precision. Now I know that they devour the world, leaving nothing in its pl — Steven Millhauser, Dangerous Laughter
I had thought that words were instruments of precision. Now I know that they devour the world, leaving nothing in its pl — Steven Millhauser, Dangerous Laughter
I had thought that words were instruments of precision. Now I know that they devour the world, leaving nothing in its pl — Steven Millhauser, Dangerous Laughter
I had thought that words were instruments of precision. Now I know that they devour the world, leaving nothing in its pl — Steven Millhauser, Dangerous Laughter
I had thought that words were instruments of precision. Now I know that they devour the world, leaving nothing in its pl — Steven Millhauser, Dangerous Laughter
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I had thought that words were instruments of precision. Now I know that they devour the world, leaving nothing in its place.

— Steven Millhauser, Dangerous Laughter
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