Sentence The Onehundredandtwelfth
'Who was the doula, what was her name, whence did she come, at whose behest, who assisted at the birth of this behemoth, so richly caparisoned with all the fine accoutrements of rank, of status, of splendour, of power, this fantastical creature of which we make no mention, preferring to choose to display ignorance, rather than acknowledge the truth of the pachyderm whose vast bulk fills and squashes us against the walls, the doors and windows, of this room we inhabit and pretend to call our own?'