"Appreciation."
"The word 'papaya,'-- no, you cannot just substitute any
word.
I would make you accurate.
I would read you out of a capitalist context,
an open field or an open sky, the word 'papaya.'
Comparison is not always possible.
I would say, resolute.
I would say, here's to you, baby.
Gas comma the vapor.
A voice produces tones or municipalities.
Sit and spin.
Either position or velocity can be measured.
I would not say cardinal.
The present unmeasured has been disturbed.
Let's go out in public.
Some discussions are very difficult.
'What makes the light lightest,' she said,
'is the maximum light-scattering angle,' the papaya
in the light.
The iridescence of that pigeon's neck is what I would reproduce.
Referring to people as an interesting population.
The angle scatters into unrecognizability.
More euphoric than sleep, as euphoric as, well, nothing.
She is from Costa Rica, and talks
about the purity of language, then clears my coffee cup.
Many US states have towns called Lebanon and Liberty.
You have been industrialized into your sense of fashion.
Favor the pained member so as not to aggravate.
You cannot argue with a victim.
Too much light makes the shadow long.
You would be my intended--
I mean, my intention.
I would be your proposition.
Language is a tradition.
This is so thrilling.
I'm thrilled.
These are the future thinkers of a generation.
Words would spread like an infection.
The difference between a sound and a description of sound.
Some dissuasions are very difficult, very dear.
Did you say when?
The sound between two fields.
I would call it a road.
I would ride it."
Thank you.
[APPLAUSE]