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The Daily Dick: Musings on the Greatest Novel Ever
- From A Squeeze of the Hand
- May 16, 2017
- 1 min read
"I forgot all about our horrible oath; in that inexpressible sperm, I washed my hands and my heart of it; I almost began to credit the old Paracelsan superstition that sperm is of rare virtue in allaying the heat of anger; while bathing in that bath, I felt divinely free from all ill-will, or petulance, or malice, of any sort whatsoever."
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