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‘What all does God eat?’
This afternoon you going to roam all over the place without never being satisfied. You going to traipse all around like you haves to find something lost.
‘The motto has been: Go out and find an octopus and put socks on it.’
‘I am not interested in subterfuges,’ said Doctor Copeland. ‘I am interested only in real truths.’
It seem to me that one of these days she going to really surprise somebody. But whether that going to be a good surprise or a bad surprise I just don’t know.
Or perhaps, when there is love, the widowed must stay for the resurrection of the beloved—so that the one who has gone is not really dead, but grows and is created for a second time in the soul of the living?
He sat very still with his hands in his pockets, and because he did not speak it made him seem superior.
She walk like she have a egg between her legs and don’t want to break it.
This didn’t mean that twenty per cent of the people were free to rob the other eighty per cent of the means to live. This didn’t mean for one rich man to sweat the piss out of ten thousand poor men so that he can get richer. This didn’t mean the tyrants were free to get this country in such a fix that millions of people are ready to do anything—cheat, lie, or whack off their right arm—just to work for three squares and a flop. They have made the word freedom a blasphemy.
ca. 1940s!
Those words in their heart do not let them rest, so they are always very busy.
He had done nothing wrong but in him he felt a strange guilt. Why? The dark guilt in all men, unreckoned and without a name.
If she could only have music lessons!
The sun glared down with hard brilliance.
He touched the solid bottom of despair and there took ease.
Smoke mingled with a certain Negro smell.
‘Those are only the evils you can see and touch. The other things are worse. I’m talking about the way that the truth has been hidden from the people. The things they have been told so they can’t see the truth. The poisonous lies. So they aren’t allowed to know.’
‘Us should have left before the dew dried,’ said the old man. ‘As is, night liable to catch us on the road.’
‘Almighty Host! Utmost power of the universe! I have done those things which I ought not to have done and left undone those things which I ought to have done. So this cannot truly be the end.’
And how can the dead be truly dead when they still live in the souls of those who are left behind?
Then suddenly he felt a quickening in him. His heart turned and he leaned his back against the counter for support. For in a swift radiance of illumination he saw a glimpse of human struggle and of valor. Of the endless fluid passage of humanity through endless time. And of those who labor and of those who—one word—love.
