At the explosion of such a sequence from our green young lips, we’d rashly scribble it on the wall of our apartment with a filthy wax pencil, or type it twenty-five times on the same sheet of paper and then photocopy the paper twenty-five times and then slice each page into twenty-five slices on the paper cutter in the photocopy shop and then scatter the resultant 625 slips of paper throughout the streets of our city, fortunes without cookies.
--from Jonathan Lethem's "The King of Sentences"
Perhaps Jonathan Lethem is the King of Sentences himself.
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