This book opens with the epigraphs:
Believe me, expression is insanity, it arises out of our insanity. It also has to do with turning pages, with hunting from one page to the other, with flight, with complicity in an absurd, gushing effusion, with a vile overflow of verse, with insuring life in a single sentence, and, in turn, with the sentences seeking insurances in life.
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There is at times a magic in identity of positions; it is one of the things that have suggested to us eternal comradeship. She moved her elbows before saying: 'I have behaved ridiculously.'
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