according to this site, which analyzed this:
God, is there nothing better to do than writhe? Or is this the only conceivable task, fit for a man who prefers a seat to a hug? Who of us can honestly say what it means to writhe, anyway? The word itself sounds too painful for familiarity to honestly reach out and coax the small formation of letters into unraveling. But if it is at all esoteric, I know the meaning. I know it well. And I have an unwarranted wisdom as the result of this understanding. Its awfully strange how much we learn against our will. And even stranger how much people change over the course of teaching us what we wished we never knew. Fine fine fine, it's all strange or pointless or refusing to contain itself, much like the word writhe has done throughout my lifetime.
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