his is a personal note from Dirk, who believes something in a link named after him should have some connection with him. Sure. I know. Indulge him his old-fashioned fantasies of an autonomous selfhood, monarch of its own pathetic remains. Ahem. In any case. Custody—despite the various serious denotations and connotations attached to this word—in custody I can only see (and hear!) custard. |
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