May 5, 2012 by

Words of a garuda

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The splendid isolation I have  sought has crumbled. I need Grimnebulin, Grimneulin needs his friend, his friend needs succour from us all. It is simple mathematics to cancel common terms and discover that I need succour, too. I must offer it to others, to save myself.

I am stumbling. I must not fall.

—China Miéville, Perdido Street Station

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