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FOUR HUNDRED AND SEVENTY SIX

From Toni Morrison’s Beloved via Maria Popova. “Listening to the doves in Alfred, Georgia, and having neither the right nor the permission to enjoy it because in that place mist, doves, sunlight, copper dirt, moon — everything belonged to the men who had the guns. Little men, some of them, big men too, each oneContinue reading “FOUR HUNDRED AND SEVENTY SIX”

THREE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY TWO

Went through some old books today and found this bit ripped out from Brave New World. On what to want. “Exposing what is mortal and unsure to all that fortune, death and danger dare, even for an eggshell. Isn’t there something in that?” he asked, looking up at Mustapha Mond. “Quite apart from God–though of courseContinue reading “THREE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY TWO”