I do understand that words are like lumps of dead meat, unable to harm anybody. They lie on paper, lifeless and dead — they do dance, but that’s another story. They are unable to move themselves, so one must forget about moving things. And that’s where it all starts, flinging these harmless lumps on the way. They may just lie there, without moving a limb or twitching a muscle (dead don’t do that, do they?), but the blood will be for all to see.
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