°Giovanni Arrighi (1937-2009)
I’ve been meaning to post a bit of (and re-read) Mary Catherine Foltz’s excellent “The Excremental Ethics of Samuel R. Delany” (SubStance, 37:2) for some time. Here it be: 
°exorbitant
[via M-W] 1 : not coming within the scope of the law
2 : exceeding the customary or appropriate limits in intensity, quality, amount, or size
°What doesn’t kill you makes you stranger
Right this very moment, and due to various long-named chemicals and some nuclear matter (for a heart scan) being injected, I’m both radioactive and have acid for blood. Or, in the scientific jargon and as it was put to me: my blood is “necrotic to flesh”, and so, perhaps not really corrosive of spaceship hulls. (Though, since there are no spaceships about I might test this on, I remain quietly confident of my destructive scope.) That said, if, for the moment at least, long naps and a prohibition on sharing bodily fluids are all this induces, I can’t say there’s more fun in it than the obvious jokes. (I was also offered having “a port” surgically implanted, to get around difficult to find veins - the jokes about Cronenberg and bioports proved a little more obscure.)
°That nocturnal, irreducibly animal faculty
A couple of fragments from the first chapter, “Murriana”, of Daniel Heller-Roazen’s The Inner Touch: Archaeology of a Sensation:
It is night, but a cat is awake and, if we take him at his word, he has never been more alert.
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