Another overproofed dough.
Baked anyway.
Sliced thin.
Freeze half.
We’ll toss a third at the duckpond.
The rest to sabotage my diet.
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I couldn’t very well say, “What an awful thing happened,” or “This story is very gruesome,” because I would make a fool of myself. That kind of thing must be left to the readers, not to writers. Otherwise the whole thing goes to pieces.
from “Prose” in Borges on Writing
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