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I’ve been studying navigation and immerology, techniques that I, the floaker, had always avoided. “You’ve never floaked in your life,� Bren told me, brusquely, when I said that to him.

It’s two cities now—one of the addicts, one of all the others—that intersect politely. The Absurd and the New have much more in common than either do with the oratees. Hearing’s nothing: the Absurd and the New think the same.

402 THE NEW ARIEKEI were astounded to learn that Terre have more than one language. I uploaded French. “I, je. I am, je suis,� I said.

Each meeting there are successes: Ariekei staggering out of Language, into language and semes.

They still can’t speak to me, only to Ambassadors. They only understand a dying Language. Now we have the drugs, the voices, to keep them alive, and no more gods.

Spanish Dancer's speech:

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Surrounded by semiosis...

Language was never possible. We never spoke in one voice.

370 He shook his head. Formally, he said, “Language is the continuation of coercion by other means.�

“Bullshit. It’s cooperation.�

Both theories explained what had happened plausibly.

In the beginning was each word of Language, sound isomorphic with some Real: not a thought, not really, only self-expressed worldness, speaking itself through the Ariekei. Language had always been redundant: it had only ever been the world. Now the Ariekei were learning to speak, and to think, and it hurt.

We changed Language...There's nothing to...intoxicate them. There only ever had been because it was impossible, a single split, thinkingness of the world: embedded contradiction. If language, thought and world were separated, as they just had been, there was no succulence, no titillating impossible. No mystery. Where Language had been there was only language: signifying sound, to do things with and to.

IG: no drug

With the boisterous astonishment of revelation they pressed the similes by which I'd named them on until they were lies, telling a truth they'd never been able to before. They spoke metaphors.

They were signifying now - there, elision, slippage between word and referent, with which they could play. They had room to think new conceptions.

You are the girl who ate. I'm Spanish Dancer. I'm like you and I am you. I have markings. I'm a Spanish dancer. I'm like you, waiting for change. The Spanish Dancer is the girl who was hurt in darkness.

I'm like the liquid-dripping man, I am him...