"The body of the last Flealouse contained the flesh of everything that had ever lived. It was content.

Movement turns dead dogs into maggots and daisies, and flour butter sugar an egg and a tablespoon of milk into Abernethy biscuits, and spermatozoa and ovaries into fishy little plants growing babyward if we take no care to stop them.
Movement turns dead dogs into maggots and daisies, and flour butter sugar an egg and a tablespoon of...
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