I'm so glad you could make it. I have so many things to tell you. You must be feeling quite fragile by now, I expect. This house, it...does things to the mind. Now where was I? Where am I? Where will I be? Ah yes. The apparent disorder of the universe is simply a higher order, an implicate order beyond our comprehension. That's why children...interest me. They're all mad you see. But in each of them is an implicate adult. Order out of chaos. Or is it the other way around? To know them is to know myself. Little girls, especially. Little blonde girls. Little shameless bitches.
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