Earlier today, I saw two pigeons having sex on a fence-post.
I think this is a metaphor for something, but I haven't yet decided for what.
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- It is the nature of an hypothesis, when once a man has conceived it, that it assimilates every thing to itself as proper nourishment; and, from the first moment of your begetting it, it generally grows the stronger by every thing you see, hear, read, or understand. This is of great use.
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