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Diverting the internal traffic between the Writer as Angel of Light and the Writer as Hustler is that scribbling child in a grown-up body wondering if anybody is listening.

Herbert Gold

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Den internen Verkehr zwischen dem Schriftsteller als Engel des Lichts und dem Schriftsteller als Hustler umzuleiten, ist das kritzelnde Kind in einem erwachsenen Körper, der sich fragt, ob jemand zuhört.

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