Accidental: New Roses

Page 415 in the 2000 paperback edition of China Miéville's Perdido Street Station blooms this piece of typesetting magic which snags my attention like a thorn:

"I do not dream, der Grimnebulin. I am a calculating machine that has calculated how to think. I do not dream. I have no neu-roses, no hidden depths.

The hyphenation is a product of the layout and it somehow is like a dream element that triggers a reverie of associations.

And so for day 539