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June 19, 2004
"...Conscious life was only a sort of island, floating upon a much
vaster subconscious, and drawing thoughts up from it like fish. What is perceived as being known is only a small part
of what may be stored in this dark repository. Lost memories lie down there like sunken treasure, to be retrieved piecemeal,
if at all; and amnesia itself may be in effect a sort of dreaming in reverse; a drowning of recollection, a plunging under..."
~Margaret Atwood (Alias Grace)
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