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My role now was to enable him to play the benefactor and provide him with some distraction—for clearly a hurricane was not novel enough in these parts to count as excitement.

He, the lonely one, has trusted woman for the first time, and we start the journey of our friendship, as badly loved children who raised themselves, both stronger and weaker by it.

My editor asks me to tell her exactly what the liver means to me. [...H]ow can I say to her, Understand without effort that man is left, at times thinking, as if trying to weep. I am somewhat rephrasing the poet César Vallejo because Vallejo comes closest to explaining that any kind of knowledge can be a prescription against despair, but she wouldn't accept his answer, she couldn't really use it for ad copy.

I don't understand folks whose reading is almost entirely comprised of works by white people. It's like trying to survive on a diet of cereal and milk.

"You are a woman who does not destroy man."
That may be true, but he is a man who would destroy me.

Him didn't see what it matter: a sick man is a sick man. Why it should matter who him sleep with, where them find him?

Oh, Nin. What beauty and what egregiousness do you have in store for me this year? For while you're capable of the most extraordinary bad faith, I can never say that you're boring.

"So you've stopped thinking you're going to die?"
"Oh, I'm more certain of it than ever. But I've stopped being scared."

She is myself. What am I to do?

And they had been too busy honoring their family to love it, too busy defending the West even to look at it.

My second reading of Nightwood is at hand. Let's see what's changed in the last eight years, especially now that I have no mumbling audience to panderingly perform for.

Have to wonder how much of this went into Steinbeck's 'East of Eden.'

This is shaping up to be a five star collection. I haven't amassed much in the way of individual quotes or stories to refer back to as keystones of this particular prediction, but I'll figure all that out when review time comes.

The irony of a porn bot hacking a private profile on this site.

I'm sorry, but no matter how much this narrative implies, a couple instances of a man declaring that he's fallen in love with his (non-blood related) aunt doesn't outweigh the pages of him mooning and moping over the mysterious disappearance of the only male friend he's ever made.

Well, so long as GRAmazon refuses to respect my leaving the Beta for the ten hundredth time, I have constant opportunities to update my browser's ad blocking capabilities.

Another day, another instance of this site turning into PornHub.

So far, a US expatriate romp with a taste for the penultimate plot twist and little fear of dropping historical references or portraying nasty sociopolitical realities. And yet, for all that, generally holding together rather well without overly relying on sentiment or bad faith. I can understand why such doesn't prove popular today, but it's a shame nonetheless.

A fairly good return to the booksales haul. Works on the left are ones I was already on the lookout for, while everything else was spur of the moment inspiration/pragmatism.

You wait and see; in no time there'll be a wave of Stiff Upper Lipism, followed by a nauseating epidemic of Gray-Haired Motherism (bravely choking back the tears, you understand), and the small matter of who we go to wat with, and why, will be entirely lost sight of. (Esmond Romilly, 1938)

Judith Butler came out as nonbinary and called TERFs/gendercrits/etc the fascists that they are, so that's pretty cool.

I'll only be reading 'Anti-Pamela,' but it's too hot where I'm at for me to bother with the musical chairs of editions right now.

We [...] were informed to our surprise that even in the middle of a civil war people under the age of [21] could not get married without their parents' consent. Some anarchists we met in a café offered the services of a priest they had taken prisoner ("We could find ways of making him do it," they said), but it would have meant a two-day journey and we weren't sure just how legal such a marriage would prove to be.

Politically [my Scotch relatives] agreed in general with my parents, or could perhaps be more accurately described as slightly to the left of them as they didn't think much of "that feller Hitler."

One really has to hate poor people to think that they're perfectly happy in the aftermath of a citywide conflagration because of the "free handouts" they're supposedly going to get.

Every time this site shoves me into its beta for anything, I have to consider my online library processing alternatives.

The fact that Joke ROFL has designated this as one of her favorites is rather nauseating, but so far, this work seems like it'll do just fine in my estimation in its own right despite such blatherings of the modern age.

What would this community catharsis drama be with free and humane access to contraceptives and other true forms of human fertility management? It makes me wonder how much the status quo's insistence that those living with wombs have less rights to their bodies than do corpses to theirs is hate, and how much is fear of no longer having the means to emotionally subjugate small communities with events such as this.

People go around liking my reviews and then throw around "sociopath" and "narcissist" and other such dogwhistles in an uncritical, "oooooh scawy demon monstersssss" fashion in their own commentary, and it's like. You may not understand how much of a threat you are to me and my community, but fortunately, that's what the block button is for.

If this had been printed in average typeface, it would be 700-1000 pages long. Between this, my latest Evans/George Eliot, and the 450 pager that turned out to actually be a 650 pager, I'm going to be really glad when I can finally get to shorter reading pastures.