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| For years I've imagined a decadent revel, a debauchery of the senses. Ever since I heard about such a thing for the first time—and of course they were condemning it—I wanted to participate. What frustrates me is that no such extremes seem to exist. Of course, there are wars more gruesome than anyone can imagine, and death by fire or drowning, but even in a city like this one, the modern-day Sodom and Gomorrah, nothing much happens—nothing that would surprise me, anyway, if it happened to me. Still, I continue to wonder. My imagination insists that there must be something I'm missing out on, because this couldn't be all. Where is the party to end the world I've dreamed about? |
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