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[I]t is not correct to announce the death knell of languages that, once sleeping, are surviving, evolving, and working their way toward new futures.

'No sooner than we think we can get away with it, we do as we please. It doesn't require the breakdown of a social order. It takes a six-hour plane flight.'

Personify this! Personify that! Make up this word! Make up that! Human beings like a show that rings sweet to the ear and quakes deep in the center of all that's infernal and divine? Let's give 'em one.

One can accept the female authorship of these materials only if one is prepared to accept the existence of female immortals.

And here
we
go.

Pretending to take Milton prof's Eurocentrism seriously while reading this is hard. Like, broke-a-rib-trying-to-keep-a-straight-face hard.

I haven't enjoyed the beginning a new work this much in quite some time.

Milton prof's doing his best to ruin Milton for me. Good thing Milton's too good to be ruined by the likes of this loser.

I looked, and had an acute pleasure in looking,—a precious, yet poignant pleasure; pure gold, with a steely point of agony[.]

Bah. The only thing this 'You're one of the top 1% of reviewers on Goodreads!' tells me is that I need to be dismantled too.

Once again, I cannot decide what to read, so have the three whose due date looms the closest due to Interlibrary Loan constraints.

If God has no pity on them, why must you have pity?

The fact that my version of fucking around on the Internet after a full day of work and school involves starting to brainstorm for a piece of homework as well as a paper is somewhat terrifying but mostly useful.

The last 152 pages may be pure reference materials, but we're talking a seven by ten by two-and-a-half inch tome with an eighth of an inch font size. The font gets even smaller when it comes to the excerpts, and of those there are legion.

Gotta track down this one hundred best works of twentieth-century Chinese fiction list compiled by Asia Weekly that's mentioned in the afterword.

Spare me from people who are convinced empathy's anything other than another sordid sack of chemical paths that's as easily stopped in its tracks by its equivalent of pain killers as any other biological impetus. If it were a cure all, I wouldn't have my work cut out for me.

You didn't know it was the last time, how could it have been in your mind?

The passage of time associated with those old jazz records was indeed a good thing; it had smoothed things out until they were strong and fine, rubbing off the superficial layers to reveal the inner grain, like gold emerging when the fire has burned away the dross. But what he saw that day was not an object, like an old jazz record, but a person.

The mere sight of the 5,000 mark next to the word 'friends' is exhausting.

Hopeful hands. They removed them in front of my mother.

Waiting. This is what is wearing me out. These days have minds of their own.

It's exciting to know I'll soon be reading Paradise Lost alongside this in a similar academic fashion, what with the references and all.

Words cannot describe how excited I am about my Brontë class. 14-16 page paper, here I come.

Getting my gas shut off wasn't the most comfortable way of jumpstarting my post-college living situation search, but it did let me know how much more prepared I am now than I was in 2013. Shitty entry level multi flatmate independent livings, bring it on.

Go without any of the peace you have found here. It is the only way toward change. Go with a confused and angry mind.

The maggots lifted their heads for the sermon.

Trawling through the notable death pages of Wikipedia for overlooked authors has proved to be one of my better ideas.

I can't tell if my Milton professor's super pragmatic or just a dick. Time will tell.

I could write a good paper on the prevalence of colonialism justification and vagina horror in science fiction survival horror video games.

"Well, son," Horse said to the priest, "I think the Bible is full of mistakes. I thought I would correct them. For instance, where does it say that all living things are equal?"
The priest shook his head. "It doesn't say that. It says man has dominon over the creatures of the earth."
"Well, that's where it needs to be fixed. That's part of the trouble, don't you see?"