A million million spermatozoa All of them alive: Out of their cataclysm but one poor Noah Dare hope to survive.
Aldous Huxley Connected to the Carolinas
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"Fifth Philosopher's Song", st. 1
- work
- Leda (1920)
- year
- 1920
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