The Daily Dick: Musings on the Greatest Novel Ever
- From A Squeeze of the Hand
- May 14, 2017
- 1 min read
"As I bathed my hands among those soft, gentle globules of infiltrated tissues, wove almost within the hour; as they richly broke to my fingers, and discharged all their opulence, like fully ripe grapes their wine; as I snuffed up that uncontaminated aroma,- literally and truly, like the smell of spring violets; I declare to you, that for the time I lived as in a musky meadow."
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