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	Comments on: 101 Weird Writers #39 — James Tiptree, Jr.	</title>
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		By: T N Nuttree		</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[Your weird author review is most excellent,  and you found what is I think is the most perfect story I have ever read. It is simply an amazingly sad connection of humans to the spirit world of animals. Weird is that more people are not attuned to the beauty and strangeness of simply being alive in the face of the mysterious end.
But of course I am biased. As a kid, my best friend and I would visit his father&#039;s neuroanatomy animal labs at UCLA. The conditions and experiments should never have been viewed by compassionate children.  Then at 13 in 1968 I took mescaline, and saw the holy animal spirits right in front of my dump truck.... Our collective dumb dump truck.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Your weird author review is most excellent,  and you found what is I think is the most perfect story I have ever read. It is simply an amazingly sad connection of humans to the spirit world of animals. Weird is that more people are not attuned to the beauty and strangeness of simply being alive in the face of the mysterious end.<br>
But of course I am biased. As a kid, my best friend and I would visit his father’s neuroanatomy animal labs at UCLA. The conditions and experiments should never have been viewed by compassionate children.  Then at 13 in 1968 I took mescaline, and saw the holy animal spirits right in front of my dump truck.… Our collective dumb dump truck.</p>
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