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Father, I'm ignorant.
He would master the rules and techniques of the city, why the one way streets were chose, how the stock-market worked, what notaries did.
It wasn't a hellish Bunny Hop if you knew the true names of things. He would study leaves and bark, and visit stone quarries as his father had done.
Good-bye, world of Kleenex.
The Favourite Game by Leonard Cohen
I want to know the true names of things.
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