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Words are a monstrous excrescence. Everything green is extended. It is apricot, orange, lemon, olive and cherry, and other snakes in the linguistic grass; also a white touch of marble which evokes no ghosts, the taste of squid, the... Go away. I shall call a policeman. Acrocorinth which evokes no goats under the lemon blossom. World is a monstrous excrescence; he is following me everywhere, one Nescafé and twenty Athenes, everything green; I am not responsible for it. I don’t want to speak to you. Leave me alone. I shall stay here. I refuse a green extension. Beware. I have paid you. I have paid you enough, sea, sun, and octopodi. It is raining cats and allomorphs. "Where" is the British Embassy.
—Veronica Forrest-Thomson, from Language Games (1971)