C: "I'm not really a geometer, only a quasi-geometer---" S: "Well, are you a quasi-geometer, or are you quasi a geometer?" C: "I'm quasi a quasi-geometer."
' ... From wrong to wrong the exasperated spirit Proceeds, unless restored by that refining fire Where you must move in measure, like a dancer.' The day was breaking. In the disfigured street He left me, with a kind of valediction, And faded on the blowing of the horn.
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