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I sweareth unto thee, thou hast taken yon nose-dive into utter boredom, Gogol, my man. I'mma finish ya tho. Jest you wait.

Where's my dude that wrote 'The Nose'?

First scene and yall already fuckin each other over

'Hating her didn't keep me from being proud of her.'

Member this fuckin with my head when I read it all them there years ago. Still does

Ole Norman brought to mind Lou Ford, who famously said, "Out here you're a man, a man and a gentleman, or you aren't anything. And God help you if you're not." Right on, Lou

'Some of them Plague had imbued with a skepticism so thorough that it was now a second nature.'

'That, too, is why this epidemic hss taught me nothing new, except that I must fight it at your side...that each of us has the Plague within him; no one, no one on earth is free from it. And I know, too, that we must keep endless watch on ourselves lest in a careless moment we breathe in somebody's face and fasten the infection on him.'

'The result was that poor families were in great straits, while the rich went short of practically nothing. Thus, whereas the Plague by its impartial ministrations should have promoted equality among our townsfolk, it now had the opposite effect and, thanks to the habitual conflict of cupidities, exacerbated the sense of injustice rankling in men's hearts.'

'No, the real plague had nothing in common with the grandiose imaginings that had haunted Rieux's mind at its outbreak. It was, above all, a shrewd, unflagging adversary, a skilled organizer, doing his work thoroughly and well.'

'Standing at the foot of the statue of the Republic that evening, he felt it; all he was conscious of was a bleak indifference steadily gaining on him as he gazed at the door of the hotel ... had just entered.'

'In a very few days the number of cases had risen by leaps and bounds, and it became evident to all observers of this strange malady that a real epidemic had set in.'

Apropos

'Aren't you going to defend your girlfriend?' Evelyn asks Daniel.

'Jesus, what do you want me to do?' He looks at her in the mirror, wiping his nose, sniffing again. 'I bought her dinner. I introduced her to Richard Marx...'

'And by the way, dud anyone ever tell you that you look like Garfield but run over and skinned and then someone threw an ugly Ferragamo sweater over you before they rushed you to the vet? Fusilli? Olive on Brie?'

'Exactly.'

"He has a big cock," said Fay. "He was over the other night and he asked me, 'How would you like to be fucked with a big cock?' and I told him, 'I would rather be fucked with love!'"

"He sounds like a man of the world," I told her.