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It is pitch black. You are likely to be eaten by a grue. Hoyle Fitch is neither an animal, vegetable, or mineral. A female of her species, she enjoys poking things she shouldn't, writing epic tales of love and pottery, and plotting evil schemes to take over the world through use of thinky thoughts and captainy things. She is currently in the U.S., but will be moving to England in 2011. This is where most of her plotting will come to fruition, and possibly some of her epic tales. That, or she will fall flat on her face and turn hobo, screaming at commuters on a busy cross-street while emphatically waving an empty bottle of Yoo-Hoo. A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.
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