My name is unpronounceable in your language. And I would teach you mine but I can see from here you would stop at the first personal pronoun. You would learn it by heart and carry it everywhere between your teeth and your cheek. You would root up the green grass and keep it only for yourself. Well you would, there’s no mystery. You think this is my first time at the rodeo? You would be no better off than yourself, but you will never see past your own self baptism to realize it. You. Can you be sure of understanding my language? You are of one mind and I see no help for you. You’ll be who you are and a bull’s a bull for a’ that.
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I liked this very much. As I’ve said before, I may not get the literary allusions you weave through your work, but I appreciate good writing so it doesn’t matter if I don’t get them.
Pleased you’re pleased.