“—All right look I, all I meant was the whole thing’s ridic, out of proportion that appalling diCephalis woman, do you know her?
—I don’t think so but . . .
—Ann, she’s sort of you in a cheap edition, twentieth printing of the paperback when things begin to smear . . .”
(William Gaddis, J R, p. 245.)
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