"All I ask of life," he says, "is a bunch of books, a bunch of dreams, and a bunch of cunt." As he mumbles this meditatively he looks at me with the softest, the most insidious smile.
"Do you like that smile?" he says. And then disgustedly - "Jesus, if i could only find some rich cunt to smile at that way!"
- Tropic of Cancer
If I leave here tomorrow, would you still remember me?
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