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I knew someone who was an echt mama’s boy in real life who took insane risks smuggling wristwatches into Zimbabwe on weekends.

This is an elaborated, painterly prose. It raids the world for materials to build sentences. It fabricates a semi-opaque weft of language.

It moves along independently and harmlessly, fascinated with and despairing of its own techniques, advancing by leaps and bounds into the empyrean.

to strike quondam attractive moral postures

You must let characters limn themselves according to their own logic; action must develop of itself.