All three of them stood for a moment gazing at the stars.
“And all these are worlds, said Hagen.
“Or else,” said Clements with a yawn, “a frightful mess. I suspect it is really a fluorescent corpse, and we are inside it.”
Vladimir Nabokov. (Fuck, Yeah.)
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