KK: But you see it as a third thing? Or do you mean the other person?
LG: As a greater being.
KK: ( )
The trading floor needs no curse from on high. Just a self-modeling stain of the copier out from that rough zone where
we are a sum of our parts, or
it is a sum of its parts.
Hence once a greasy bit of "like a pig" gets anywhere in the equation beneath the "greater being," all is rooting around from there out...
there came a faint sound--not near but seeming to come up at me out of unknown abysses. Very, very faint and lost it sounded, but I recognised it as unmistakably the infinitely remote murmur of countless swine.
(read here, courtesy of Cartographies)