When I ascend the terrace steps of Potsdam between the yew trees clipped to look like polyps, or a colony of polyps, by cold water, with no one about on the steps except myself, having no language but this - I certainly need you.
'When the telephone, like a bricked-up cathedral, refuses to ring; like a one-hundred-fingered ice-encrusted orchestra, ... which refuses to strike up and play without its seraphic conductor - I certainly need you' ('The Graceful Giraffe of Clot Bey')
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