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A review by grotesqueanimal
Glass, Irony and God by Anne Carson
5.0
XXIX
I grin.
I eat.
Thousand of cuts morning and night,
practicing fierce techniques of horrible war! useless.
Dread masters me.
I do not master dread.
XXX
A stranger is a master of nothing.
Who in a nightmare
can help himself?
I grin.
I eat.
Thousand of cuts morning and night,
practicing fierce techniques of horrible war! useless.
Dread masters me.
I do not master dread.
XXX
A stranger is a master of nothing.
Who in a nightmare
can help himself?