One is straight away struck by the paucity of words availed to expound this chanced-upon poiesis born in the crevasses of cultural hybridity and nourished in the no man's lands of ascetic transmutation...

Laubies, Aphorism No. 4

Hostility always stimulates me. With nothing to lose, I have the taste to displease. It is not out of pride; but seeing what they like, one is delighted most by being detested. 
(Laubies, 2001.)

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