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It had been used for clownish mock-disappearences, one auguste looking for another through endlessly circling blackness, an apparatus not now much in use.

The men in her life were all swine before whom she'd cast the margaric treasures of her mind and body.

It was a long one, ranging from (but I may have misremembered) antipedobaptism to the illegal importation of zumbooruks.

Aderyn the Bird Queen sat down; her pygostyle engaged a hard wooden bottom.

[…] [Aderyn the Bird Queen], on whose face a kind of agitated oil or sweat was spreading thinly, an uropygial secretion.

What do you call that animal that goes backward and forward, head at each end? —'Amphisbaena'. A kind of lizard. It doesn't exist.

This morning Lupo Sassone, the garbage collector and oddjob-man who lives next door, climbed out on to the parapet to make more acute the angle of the jut of the cicogna while the tramontana tore at him.