it is in its ungoverned incessant picking and unpicking and working and that it resembles a small child and that even when the batteries have expired and will continue to tug at a thing and tease threads from it and until its eyes spill out and it is finally broken and expired and whirring itself down foolishly and on the Christmas carpet and/or if it was a live thing perhaps until it finally turned from so much persistent agitation and showed its teeth and so wearisome had the worrying become and that was only anyway inspired by this attitude of careless and though fervent working away and to some unreachable and irrelevant end and anyway now purely because it knows no other settlement and/or closure and simply cannot rest without further mischief caused that it might at least stir again inside itself and from this least and most spurious of all stimulations
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