"I may be a black sheep, but my hooves are made of gold."
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For Kay Upstairs: Bernard. →
What am I? I ask. This? No, I am that. Especially now, when I have left a room, and people talking, and the stone flags ring out my solitary footsteps, over the ancient chapel—then it becomes clear that I am not one and simple, but complex and many. Bernard in public, bubbles; in private, is…
Yes yes yes yes yes
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