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"Me-and my fur coat who is with me-my skin gets all tense with the desire that someone finds me attractive in my fur, and I find him attractive as well. I’m sitting in a cafe-violins are playing, sending a waft of weepy clouds into my head-something’s crying in me-I want to bury my face in my hands to make it less sad. It has to work so hard, because I’m trying to be a star. And there are women all over the place whose faces are also trying hard."
--Irmgard Keun, Artificial Silk Girl