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Sally Kindberg out and about in north London

Walking home one lunchtime I saw a small cockatoo outside enjoying the mild weather. ‘His name is Nietzsche’, his companion told me.  ‘Does Nietzsche ever speak?’ I asked. His companion said no, but Nietzsche, although silent, nodded his head vigorously.  … Continue reading

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