Can the reader picture that (octopus) lying-in-wait?
Not a bird would dare to brood, not an egg would dare to hatch, not a flower would dare to open, not a breast would dare to give suck, not a heart would dare to love, not a spirit would dare to take flight, if one meditated on the sinister shapes lying in ambush in the abyss.
Victor Hugo
apparently convinced that thinking about an octopus will actively destroy life on earth
(via pilferingapples)
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