because we all need to dream a little
Go now to where the swan-lake is. And I shall tell you later why one swan there among them is completely black, with a body bearing an anvil surmounted by the putrefying carcass of a crab, and rightly inspiring mistrust in the rest of its aquatic comrades.

Les Chants de Maldoror by Isidore Ducasse, Comte De Lautreamont

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