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Birigui
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Life, my dear Viscount, is a blink of the eye. Folk are born, or rather, they begin to blink. Whoever stops blinking has reached the end, has died. Blinking means opening and closing your eyes – that’s what living means. It’s sleep-wake up, sleep-wake up, until you sleep and don’t wake up anymore. Life for folk in this world, Mister Corncob, is this. A rosary of blinks. Each blink is one day. Blink and drink your mother’s milk. Blink and walk. Blink and play. Blink and study. Blink and love. Blink and raise children. Blink and moan about rheumatism. And finally, blink for the last time and die.
- And after you die? Asked the Viscount.
- After you die, pure guesswork. Don’t you th