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“That evening Jack sat at his desk in Ewan's room, gazing at the Windows 98 clouds on the screen.”
― Birdman
― Birdman
“I wait every year for summer, and it is usually good, but it is never as good as that summer I am always waiting for.”
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“Freedom is what we do with what is done to us”
― Being and Nothingness
― Being and Nothingness
“The reactionary of any kind condemns sexual pleasure because it stimulates and repulses him at the same time. He is unable to solve the conflict within him between sexual demands and moralistic inhibitions. The revolutionary refutes the perverse, unhealthy kind of pleasure, because it is not his kind of pleasure, because it is not the sexuality of the future, but the sexuality which results from the conflict between instinct and morals, the sexuality of authoritarian society, a debased, smutty, pathological sexuality.”
― The Mass Psychology of Fascism
― The Mass Psychology of Fascism
“T IME'S a circumference
Whereof the segment of our station seems
A long straight line from nothing into naught.
Therefore we say " progress, " " infinity " —
Dull words whose object
Hangs in the air of error and delights
Our boyish minds ahunt for butterflies.
For aspiration studies not the sky
But looks for stars; the victories of faith
Are soldiered none the less with certainties,
And all the multitudinous armies decked
With banners blown ahead and flute before
March not to the desert or th' Elysian fields,
But in the track of some discovery,
The grip and cognizance of something true,
Which won resolves a better distribution
Between the dreaming mind and real truth.
I cannot understand you.
'T is because
You lean over my meaning's edge and feel
A dizziness of the things I have not said.”
―
Whereof the segment of our station seems
A long straight line from nothing into naught.
Therefore we say " progress, " " infinity " —
Dull words whose object
Hangs in the air of error and delights
Our boyish minds ahunt for butterflies.
For aspiration studies not the sky
But looks for stars; the victories of faith
Are soldiered none the less with certainties,
And all the multitudinous armies decked
With banners blown ahead and flute before
March not to the desert or th' Elysian fields,
But in the track of some discovery,
The grip and cognizance of something true,
Which won resolves a better distribution
Between the dreaming mind and real truth.
I cannot understand you.
'T is because
You lean over my meaning's edge and feel
A dizziness of the things I have not said.”
―
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