ALLUSION INCOMING

“I don’t hate it,” Quentin said, quickly, at once, immediately. “I don’t hate it,” he said. I don’t hate it he thought, panting in the cold air, the iron New England dark. I don’t. I don’t! I don’t hate it! I don’t hate it!

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