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TorgoX (1933)

TorgoX
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"Il est beau comme la retractilité des serres des oiseaux rapaces [...] et surtout, comme la rencontre fortuite sur une table de dissection d'une machine à coudre et d'un parapluie !" -- Lautréamont

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Friday March 25, 2005
01:35 AM

Epitaphs for zombies

[ #23836 ]
Dear Log,

«Nobody mentioned the dangerous course toward theocratic despotism -- or rather some did mention it, though their voices were effectively drowned out by larger moral concerns, such as those occasioned by the sight of Janet Jackson's breast or a gay groom's boutonniere.»

--"Life Everlasting:" The religious right and the right to die

Too much love?

«Countries go insane like people go insane...  Most places just are something, but America had to mean something too, hence her vulnerability - to make-believe, to false memory, false destiny.  And finally it looked as though the riveting struggle with illusion was over, and America had lost...  America thought she was awake, brightly awake, but in reality she was sleeping, and deep-dreaming;  and she was all by herself.  She wanted to be good, to be better - special.  We all do. 

When you go insane, what happens?  Wanting to be good and right: can this do it?  Can love do it?  Too much love, and all of the wrong kind.  Love unreturned, tantrum love, collapsing into hurt feelings.  Feelings ripped and torn.  Inconsolable America, cruelly stung, breathing deeply, and not coming out to play.  Marriageably she slept, and dreamt, and thought she was awake. »

- Martin Amis