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Kitone: The kind of knowledge that cannot be known
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Kitone: “In the desert,” he said, “where I shall bury my soul”
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Kitone: Like a fog on species' memory
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Kitone: Limbic brain all lit up like a forest on fire
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Kitone: He dreamed he escaped once, so they broke his limbs
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Kitone: Must fear thieving, wealth from unclean sources, lying, treachery and vice
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Kitone: I blinked and missed the very moment when this world got old
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Kitone: Even if you watch them carefully, small boys can disappear like smoke
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Kitone: The man looked somehow assured he'll fulfill a providential purpose
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Kitone: History is a landslide that buries everybody I know
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Kitone: The trees all bended low
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Kitone: The geometry of delirium's deviant pheromones
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Kitone: No land without stones, no meat without bones
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Kitone: The humble gods that kept everything going suffered the terrible fear of being discovered
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Kitone: Timesick in Marrakesh
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Kitone: As darkness falls, the air thickens imbued with unreality
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Kitone: Magic leaves a bizarre aftertaste