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Yep, they terminated my blog(s) and won't reply to my messages.

Fuckers.

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But even an enemy should be welcomed with courtesy. If we curse and drive away the rain that brings us wealth and prosperity, why should it ever visit us again? Perumal Murugan, The Story of a Goat

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Once, in a village, there was a goat. No one knew where she was born. The birth of an ordinary creature never leaves a trace, does it? That said, the goat’s arrival into the world was somewhat unusual. Perumal Murugan, The Story of a Goat

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i finished infinite jest today & probably had a similar reaction to others, at least i assume others must feel this way, that there had to be more of it & it just felt almost impossible that that had been the last page. & i was explaining to my dad why it was that it felt so strange that i had actually finished it when i felt truly that i could turn to the next page & find more not just notes & errata that id already read, explaining how the reason i felt there was more was because the novel was written in a way where, say, you picture a typical novel or anything with story & the formula is beginning, middle & end & you have a clearly defined path so that upon completion you really feel you’ve finished the story that its climax was built to & paid off, but infinite jest is if you wrote a novel around the edges of that story, that the actual story is something inferred from fragments & ‘missing pieces’. and just as i’d said that out loud i had an epiphany that that was exactly what james had told gately his goals as a filmmaker was, that he wanted to give a voice to the figurants to the people in sitcoms who sat in the background only miming human behaviour who were so receded as human beings that their stories were either nonexistent or usurped by the real protagonists of the story, i realised that infinite jest is a novel about figurants

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Tales of Passing Time turned 13 today!

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But St. John did not agree. He said that he thought one could really make a great deal of difference by one’s point of view, books and so on, and added that few things at the present time mattered more than the enlightenment of women.

— Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out

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"What a glorious book to write, if I were only to express my pain!” she said to herself. “But it is written already; Sappho lived before me. And Sappho was young. A fine and touching heroine truly, a woman of forty! Ah! my poor Camille, smoke your hookah; you haven’t even the resource of making a poem of your misery — that’s the last drop of anguish in your cup!"

— Honore de Balzac, Beatrix

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She received him in a pretty winter dining-room, where she was at breakfast, while playing with a monkey tethered by a chain to a little pole with climbing bars of iron.

— Honore de Balzac, Colonel Chabert

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Now Wang the Tiger’s anger burst forth one day in a sudden way that he himself had not expected, and it began with a small matter enough, even as a mighty storm will begin sometimes with only a little wind and a handful of ragged cloud.

— Pearl S. Buck, Sons

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Loving a Witch is a wild ride - read WITCH by David Cain

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"Your remark is incomprehensible,” Settembrini answered him, “which doesn’t prevent it from being at the same time silly."

— Thomas Mann, The Magic Mountain

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The thick bulge of her labia reminded me of Donna, another model I had worked with years and years before. Soft swells of furry flesh forming a frame around the supple petals budding forth from the shaded crevice between. I had never forgiven Donna for the way she left me. I had never understood how she could leave.

— Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov 

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"Oh!” he replied, in a muffled tone, “I have never seen any woman so beautiful as you, except my mother, and I am not master of my emotions."

— Honore de Balzac, Beatrix

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When we have been smitten by one painter, then by another, we may end by feeling for the whole gallery an admiration that is not frigid, for it is made up of successive enthusiasms, each one exclusive in its day, which finally have joined forces and become reconciled in one whole.

— Marcel Proust, The Captive

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“You are rich,” “we are poor” — both the words and the ideas which they connoted seemed to me extremely strange. Hitherto, I had conceived that only beggars and peasants were poor and could not reconcile in my mind the idea of poverty and the graceful, charming Katenka.

— Leo Tolstoy, Boyhood

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Ignorant he might be, as Felicite had told him, of the tricks of thought of the jesters of the press, but one thing he knew — Love was the human religion.

— Honore de Balzac, Beatrix

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“Ai-ya! If you can’t cry, I make you cry.” And she slapped me again and again. “Cry! Cry!” she wailed crazily. But I sat there still as a stone.

— Amy Tan, The Kitchen God’s Wife

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