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- My hair makes me strong
- Another Day, Another Link
- Pi in Your Face
- How to Learn Japanese
- Greetings!
- Is this spider smiling?
- Food for Thought
- This is why I live here
- Flowers on the Ground
- The NHK Man
- Where is my mate?
- Random Photo #1: Christmas in Seoul, 2004
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3 comments:
But all our guests ask me the same questions. Silly questions, if you’ll pardon me saying so. Where’s my shoe? That’s the first thing they ask, all of them. They don’t bother their heads about the tortures, or windows, that I can assure you. But after a bit, when they’ve got their nerve back, they start in about their socks and what-not. Good heavens, Mr. Boy, can’t you use your brains? What, I ask you, would be the point of shoes? You’ll ask next about if it is day or night beyond the grate and why its always light in here… all silly silly questions. What would be the point of any of that?
What? Only three of you? I thought there were more; many more! [Laughs.] So this is hell. I'd never have believed it.
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