As the author read from her newest book, we tried to tune out the spectator cachinnating at the back of the auditorium.
"And all the way the Fates walking with him, whispering and cachinnating, ordering him to tread there, breathe here, spit there, unless he wanted to be eviscerated by destiny."
— Will Self, Tough, Tough Toys for Tough, Tough Boys, 1998
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