What do you see, Captain?”
"Two boys with hands locked for a fight. You see how one is light and the other is dark? I see love against death, light against darkness, chaos against order. I see the clash of all opposites under...the sun. I see Prince and myself.”
"Which is which?”
"I don't know, Mouse. (Samuel R. Delany)

What do you see, Captain?” "Two boys with hands locked for a fight. You see how one is light and the other is dark? I see love against death, light against darkness, chaos against order. I see the clash of all opposites under...the sun. I see Prince and myself.” "Which is which?” "I don't know, Mouse.

Samuel R. Delany

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