this teetering croquembouche of impudence
quoth the madman
"How much of my brain is willfully my own? How much is not a rubber stamp of what I have read and heard and lived? Sure, I make a sort of synthesis of what I come across, but that is all that differentiates me from another person?"
Sylvia Plath
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