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The Luminaries

by Eleanor Catton

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Apr 13, 2026 03:16PM

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The Scar (New Crobuzon, #2)

by China Miéville (Goodreads Author)

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“If you were walking across a plain, had an honest intention of walking on, and yet kept regressing, then it would be a desperate matter; but since you are scrambling up a cliff, about as steep as you yourself are if seen from below, the regression can only be caused by the nature of the ground, and you must not despair.”
― franz kafka, The Blue Octavo Notebooks

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“Think of yourselves as pearls. We, sitting in our rows, eyes down, we make her salivate morally. We are hers to define, we must suffer her adjectives. I think about pearls. Pearls are congealed oyster spit.”
― Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale

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“How pathetically scanty my self-knowledge is compared with, say, my knowledge of my room.”
― Franz Kafka, The Blue Octavo Notebooks

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“It is only our conception of time that makes us call the Last Judgment by this name. It is, in fact, a kind of martial law.”
― Franz Kafka, The Blue Octavo Notebooks

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“Seen with the terrestrially sullied eye, we are in a situation of travelers in a train that has met with an accident in a tunnel, and this at a place where the light of the beginning can no longer be seen, and the light of the end is so very small a glimmer that the gaze must continually search for it and is always losing it again, and, furthermore, both the beginning and the end are not even certainties. Round about us, however, in the confusion of our senses, or in the supersensitiveness of our senses, we have nothing but monstrosities and a kaleidoscopic play of things that is either delightful or exhausting according to the mood and injury of each individual. What shall I do? or: Why should I do it? are not questions to be asked in such places.”
― Franz Kafka, The Blue Octavo Notebooks

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