his tendency to laugh at my opinions never failed to annoy me. His laugh was one that contained no mirth - a hollow, miserable noise - unsettling and sudden as the screeching of a blackboard or the yelping of a cat. First his lips would curl in ugly amusement, before an infernal gargle would rise from the back of his throat to spew forth infuriating laughter like a thousand tiny daggers colliding in the air. His mouth was exceptionally skilled at producing a range of offensive and unpleasant sounds, but among them I resented his laugh most of all.
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I wish to perish like the poets of old;
nursing a thousand afflictions and tending to none
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