| Hint | Answer | % Correct |
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| All the summers that would have come now come at once, the light at a distance that will never change. | All the summers that would have come now come at once, the light at a distance that will never change. | 100%
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| I am pleased I will soon die and with me the pressing need to make a terrible, terribly poignant film, and the pressure to put a writing desk by a window exceptionally permeable to sunlight. | I am pleased I will soon die and with me the pressing need to make a terrible, terribly poignant film, and the pressure to put a writing desk by a window exceptionally permeable to sunlight. | 100%
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| It would complicate the question of mourning a living subject. | It would complicate the question of mourning a living subject. | 100%
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| I would give the film a contemporary title, most likely ABSENCE MAKES THE HEART GROW MOSS. | I would give the film a contemporary title, most likely ABSENCE MAKES THE HEART GROW MOSS. | 100%
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| Like our memory of the future, the film’s ending would change every time. | Like our memory of the future, the film’s ending would change every time. | 100%
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| My unseeable hand in death’s unseeable hand, I am pouring my eyes into a sea of ink. | My unseeable hand in death’s unseeable hand, I am pouring my eyes into a sea of ink. | 100%
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| One time, my hand of paper will croak in the wind. Another, I will finally curl to sleep on your tongue. | One time, my hand of paper will croak in the wind. Another, I will finally curl to sleep on your tongue. | 100%
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| On my left on the green shore with no wind, a black-clad woman is killing time. | On my left on the green shore with no wind, a black-clad woman is killing time. | 100%
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| The premise a string of mornings where my paper-fingers massage the secret trees in your head. | The premise a string of mornings where my paper-fingers massage the secret trees in your head. | 100%
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| A few seconds before, a pianist born and raised in the hull will take a final look at the sea, his fingers stroking what he remembers of the finite black and white keys. | A few seconds before, a pianist born and raised in the hull will take a final look at the sea, his fingers stroking what he remembers of the finite black and white keys. | 50%
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| Finally, a borrowed ending: within eyesight of the shore, a maniacal orange cloud will swallow a ship. | Finally, a borrowed ending: within eyesight of the shore, a maniacal orange cloud will swallow a ship. | 50%
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| I do not know the first thing about making a film, but I know what wanting does to time. | I do not know the first thing about making a film, but I know what wanting does to time. | 50%
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| In the future outside our window, moss mantled the lava fields. | In the future outside our window, moss mantled the lava fields. | 50%
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