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We are forlorn like children, and experienced like old men, we are crude and sorrowful and superficial—I believe we are lost.

This is going rather well, but I have to say, if it were printed as were the other books I'm reading, it'd be 50-100 pages in length, if that.

I can see how this work would be confusing to those who lack a basic grasp of the history of many Latin American countries around the time that this work was being written. That's not a good enough excuse, though, especially when concerning those readers who hail from countries that have fed on Galeano's open veins of Latin America for the past few centuries.

Anyone who complains about the number of specifically named characters in any work other than this one obviously hasn't read this work.

There were thousands of Kantoreks, all of whom were convinced that they were acting for the best—in a way that cost them nothing.

Is GRAmazon doing anything about the plague of porn bots taking over old disused accounts and liking any recent status updates within reach? Or is it too busy doing its usual of loosing the 21st c. neoliberal version of Pinkertons on unions and gutting the nationwide infrastructure, physical and legal, of the US in general.

Sure hope this protagonist doesn't stick around as protagonist for too long, as the best thing she could do right now is die in some deliciously just deserts fashion in order to advance the plot.

Rest in power, and in peace, Nawal El Saadawi.

In the memories of those who lived through them, the grim days of plague do not stand out like vivid flames, ravenous and inextinguishable, beaconing a troubled sky, but rather like the slow, deliberate progress of some monstrous thing crushing out all upon its path.

Panelou is a man of learning, a scholar. He hasn't come in contact with death; that's why he can speak with such assurance of the truth—with a capital T. But every country priest who visits his parishioners and has heard a man gasping for breath on his deathbed thinks as I do. He'd try to relieve human suffering before trying to point out its excellence.

As someone who's actually insane, let's see how 'insane' this actually is.

Throughout the day the doctor was conscious that the slightly dazed feeling that came over him whenever he thought about the plague was growing more pronounced. Finally he realized that he was afraid!

He whose fame had so resounded
the whole length and breadth of Japan,
who had wielded colossal power,
Kiyomori, in an instant
floated as smoke into the sky
over the city, while the remains
mingled soon with the sands of the shore,
and all he had been returned to earth.

To console him, I said: 'But, you know, everybody's in the same boat.'
"'That's just it,' he replied. 'Now we're like everybody else.'

The potential for a queer relationship, if a not entirely idealized one, to credibly show up in this work is simply extraordinary, but of course that's never going to happen.

Sometimes I'll be comparing my shelves to those of a recently discovered user and things will be looking pretty cool, but then I'll notice that only a fifth or so of the books we have in common are by women; then, I don't know whom I'm more disappointed in, them or me.

Many of them came into my hands which should probably should have been read beforehand, while for others it was much too soon; there was almost nothing that really fitted my needs at that time. And nevertheless I read.

Perfect example of how lack of intersectionality makes every dialectic aimed at puzzling out how best to improve one's lot a more than useless exercise.

One of these days, I'm going to have a GR feed free of people shitting on the mental health community, even the aspects of it that liberals see as their deity given duty to dehumanize. But it is not this day.

"You Construct Intricate Rituals Which Allow You to Touch The Skin of Other Men"

I prayed to rediscover my childhood, and it has come back, and I feel that it is just as difficult as it used to be, and that growing older has served no purpose at all.

Half the introduction of this edition is decent, half of it is Wikipedia summaries, and two percent of it is ooh, look at me, I know TWO Euro languages. Sigh. At least I have hope that the work can stand on its own.

Hermetic language isn't the invariable and inevitable price of profundity. In some cases it can simply conceal incapacity for communication raised to the category of intellectual virtue. I suspect that boredom can thus often serve to sanctify the established order, confirming that knowledge is a privilege of the elite.

Anatole France aptly said that the law in its majestic equality forbids the rich as well as the poor from sleeping under bridges, begging in the streets, and stealing bread.

Taking a chance on this, what with it being an advance uncorrected proof and all, but really, who's about to pass by the chance of acquiring a big and beautiful edition of a highly venerated older work written in a non Anglo tradition for 4% of its purported eventual selling price? Certainly not I.

The United States depends on foreign sources for most of the minerals it needs to maintain its ability to wage war.

The future master of durations dried his eyes with small fists and asked, "And if time breaks, will we mend it too?"
His father, following the old clock's lead, fell silent. He sat up and eyed his child with not a little uneasiness.

Christ, cishet white women are something else. Yes, it's soooo funny that you all are soooo 'normal' compared to us 'dirty' queers, especially when you're all so affably subtle about it. There's still a ways to go, but I honestly don't see the work coming back from this.

If someone embarked on the project of putting together one of those chic little microhistories à la salt or something, chose either coffee or sugar, and wasn't crying in horror by the end of their efforts, they weren't researching the right history.

Going to have to do some awkward page count record balancing due to the fact that I'm only reading the play adaptation, aka the 'Bones & Ash' part, at the moment, which doesn't exist as its own separate edition. Still, when's the last time you read anything queer Black vampire women related, especially something published by a queer Black woman in the pre-2000s? I certainly can't think of anything.