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but when the Russian
revolution began to break
with analogical typography
into even these farmers’
minds, the ears traveled south
out of the country, and that
was how they came to Las
Mar i smas , the great
inaccessible swamp south of
the Spanish town of Sevilla,
traversed over the next few
weeks by long, rickety columns
of ears who schlepped their
ambiguous genitalia through
water and mud, until they
were finally able to rinse them
clean again in the Guadalquivir
and advance across the
bridges at Sanlúcar and, via
Jerez la Frontera, reach the
dry Spanish roads, in whose
ditches they joined Spanish
ears coming from the north.
Many ears were distracted by
the incessant couplings to
which this meeting gave way,
but the majority, their labiae
minorae blushing furiously,
headed in the direction to
which their diminutive penises
pointed, namely south in the
direction of Algeciras. That
was also the goal of those ears
progressing eastward from
Granada through Malaga or
Antequera, but because the
climate and the weather did
not permit either of the
groups to travel by day, and
because the nighttime journey
was carr ied out wi th
abstraction and cynicism, the
forerunners arrived in time to
find that the war from which
they had fled was already
underway. Most came to a
baffled halt following the
battle’s ultimate din and
copulated confusedly until
the Treaty of Versailles
underscored the winner so
emphatically that they all
headed for the small town of
La Linea, from which they