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The essay is Not Done. It is only even sort of making sense. Night is falling in my brain and in the city, and I have at least a full redraft and much waxing and polishing to do.

Most of the Gethenian psychoanalysis will probably have to come out as irrelevant, which is too bad, because it makes me so happy. You should see the things I did with the phallus. Really.

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