The Tranquilized Tongue
I didn't know I was asleep, said the man. Look! Opposite me from the other corner brushed one of his large eyes. There you are, he said. What I could see of him was wrapped in steam. His head seemed fastened under his chin. He opened his outer wrapper, which appeared to me large enough to put my arm down deep inside. His eyelids do not wake him. His reflection enlarges as it enters his eyes. Here, he lies down with a voice. Compared with his name, which exhausts itself, the fluid of the tranquilized tongue remains enclosed within a perfect circuit, and his troubled body opens without destroying the organs of address. It is certain he is one of a body of thousands.
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