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epitome of incomprehensibility
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(This worries me the way it takes things from life, but amuses me the way it mixes them up...)
When I'm annoyed with a woman who won't tell me whether I'm at my own house, my friend J's house, or her own (we've just come from a nature park via a bus that turned out to be a carriage being pushed by a brusque Quebec separatist, and so things are confusing) I'll get revenge on her by going into the kitchen and hitting her daughter in the head. The daughter is a small girl who's been innocently washing dishes; she starts to cry.
Then my own mother comes into the room, shocked, and asks me how I could do that.
"It's okay, it's only a dream," I tell her.
"But it's my dream too," she says, "in fact it was my dream first, and you make me sick." She twirls her arms in some sort of pantomime. It seems to be an odd gesture for throwing up, but then she specifies exactly how I make her sick: "You make my ears hurt!"
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