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Settlers: The Mythology of the White Proletariat from Mayflower to Modern

by J. Sakai

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― Joseph Heller, Catch-22

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― Ray Bradbury, The Martian Chronicles

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“Until this moment I had considered myself the most miserable creature in the world. Now I realised that in the rubble of those villages and ponderous brick houses built on the mountain, people had lived whose bones were now putrefied, and bits and pieces of their bodies endured in purple water lilies. Among these people, maybe there existed one cursed painter, one blighted painter, a pathetic maker of pen cases, just like me.”
― Sadeq Hedayat, The Blind Owl

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“The Star Gate opened. The Star Gate closed. In a moment of time too short to be measured, Space turned and twisted upon itself. Then Japetus was alone once more, as it had been for three million years--alone, except for a deserted but not yet derelict ship, sending back to its makers messages which they could neither believe nor understand.”
― Arthur C. Clarke, 2001 A Space Odyssey

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“The gunslinger stood drunkenly, pallid as a ghost, eyes huge and swimming beneath his forehead, shirt smeared with the white dust of his final, lunging crawl. It came to him that he would always flee murder. It came to him that there would be further degradations of the spirit ahead that might make this one seem infinitesimal, and yet he would still flee it, down corridors and through cities, from bed to bed; he would flee the boy’s face and try to bury it in cunts or even in further destruction, only to enter one final room and find it looking at him over a candle flame. He had become the boy; the boy had become him. He was become a werewolf of his own making, and in deep dreams he would become the boy and speak strange tongues.”
― Stephen King

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