Aug 4, 2003
Epilogue to what preceded this
I was reading in bed shortly after writing my last entry when I saw a moth flitting about. I kept still for a minute or two until it flew within reach, and then I snatched it out of the air with my bare hands and crushed it good and dead. I felt very Chinese at that moment. And by that, I do mean superior.
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