She scoured the library for misshelved volumes, reread five surrounding volumes, reviewed her early notes but never found that paragraph imprinted in her memory, “the words filling less than half a page, the address on Clark Street, the remarks about her appearance, all of which where typed up by a machine in need of new ribbon.”

In the ecumenical world a cry is heard for the admission of unconfirmed children to communion...

So after he fucks the shit out of me, he tells me I'm lying about his whore not being Brad.

After all, “physical object” hardly provides the clearly demarcated enumerative conditions that the sortal dependency thesis seems to require.