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Nate Gutman

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Nate Gutman is a multi-talented author/musician and creator of the podcast, Phantom Space Funhouse.

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Bill the Fly

3.47 avg rating — 34 ratings — published 2015 — 3 editions
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Published on July 22, 2015 22:03 Tags: bill-the-fly, cheap-lit, dark-comedy, indie, nate-gutman
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“It was a bright, sunny morning in June when Bill first visited Jacob Kingsley. He flew in through the open window, buzzed about the room awhile, and then planted his six tiny legs along the wall opposite the bed.”
Nate Gutman, Bill the Fly

“The fly twitched and answered. “I was born in a rotten grammar book. In my pupae stage I ate through nearly a dozen pages. Luckily, I got a good mix of the vocabulary, phonetic, and grammar sections so I came out able to grasp the English language rather well. Most of my siblings did not. My sister, unfortunately, knows only the vowels, though she does forget the y’s sometimes.”
Nate Gutman, Bill the Fly

“It seems to me that the whole of human life can be summed up in the one statement that man only exists for the purpose of proving to himself every minute that he is a man and not an organ.”
Fyodor Dostoyevsky

“I have been thinking about existence lately. In fact, I have been so full of admiration for existence that I have hardly been able to enjoy it properly . . . I feel sometimes as if I were a child who opens its eyes on the world once and sees amazing things it will never know any names for and then has to close its eyes again. I know this is all mere apparition compared to what awaits us, but it is only lovelier for that. There is a human beauty in it. And I can’t believe that, when we have all been changed and put on incorruptibility, we will forget our fantastic condition of mortality and impermanence, the great bright dream of procreating and perishing that meant the whole world to us. In eternity this world will be Troy, I believe, and all that has passed here will be the epic of the universe, the ballad they sing in the streets. Because I don’t imagine any reality putting this one in the shade entirely, and I think piety forbids me to try.”
Marilynne Robinson, Gilead
tags: death

“When they told him this, Ransom at last understood why mythology was what it was -- gleams of celestial strength and beauty falling on a jungle of filth and imbecility.”
C.S. Lewis, Perelandra

“The oppressed are allowed once every few years to decide which particular representatives of the oppressing class are to represent and repress them.”
Karl Marx

“But when the melancholy fit shall fall
Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud,
That fosters the droop-headed flowers all,
And hides the green hill in an April shroud;
Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose,
Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave,
Or on the wealth of globed peonies;
Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows,
Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave,
And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.”
John Keats, Ode on Melancholy

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