"I´d learned quite early in life that the mind loves nothing better than to spook itself with outlandish stories, as if the various coils of the brain were no more than a troop of roly-poly Girl Guides huddled over a campfire in the darkness of the skull." (Alan Bradley: A red hering without mustard)
(Bildquelle: Albert Bierstadt: The Campfire)
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