"Words were all he knew; they possessed and overwhelmed him, as if they were a thousand white cats with whom he shared a one-bedroom apartment. (In fact, he did not like cats, because they could not talk and would not listen.)"
The best part: my friend Becky is the one who found and is auctioning it (she was the Rip Van Winkle you met with me at con). xD
She's intensely amused by the entire media fracas: if you Google "virgin mary grape" you get over ten pages of hits, probably more by now, as that was a couple of days ago.
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