“I am a child,” she tells him, “Despite my years, I am an old child, a sinister old child full of stale… — J. M. Coetzee
“I am a child,” she tells him, “Despite my years, I am an old child, a sinister old child full of stale juices. Someone should make a woman of me… , someone should make a hole in me to let the old juices run out.”
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