مستخدمة:Rehab-shaban
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باحثة نسوية One day I realized that I no longer dreamed of what I would do when I was whole again. My will burned to reach that point, and then suddenly was nothing. I had become nothing more than my desire to fly. I had adjusted, somehow. I had evolved in that unfamiliar region, plodding my stolid way to where the scientists and Remakers of the world congregated. The means had become the end. If I regained my wings, I would become someone new, without the desire that defined me. I saw in that spring damp as I walked endlessly north that I was .not looking for fulfilment but for dissolution. I would pass my body on to a newborn, and rest
China Miéville, Perdido Street Station-
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