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“Here now, Crispin. Your man got it right. What do I do with him?”

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The difference between greatness and mediocrity was only ever about following through.

Broadly understood, eternal recurrence argues that the events of the universe are fated—or doomed—to repeat themselves over and over again, for there is a finite amount of energy and material in an infinite universe, over an infinite amount of time, and the combinations with which they can interact are finite as well. The eternal hourglass of existence, so to speak, turns over time and time again.

The Eight Courts of Hell are not arenas of eternal punishment. For one thing, this would be wildly unjust. No sins, no matter how heinous, deserve an eternity of punishment. That would be disproportionate; the math does not check out.

…given the population on Earth it is overwhelmingly likely we will be reincarnated into lives under the poverty level. Most of the world population never go to school, let alone Cambridge. An unexamined life is not worth living, as Socrates tells us. Therefore to seek reincarnation is to gamble with overwhelmingly bad odds on a life not worth living.

Loss of identity was a terrifying prospect.

Peter Murdoch: coat unbuttoned; shirt untucked; papers flapping from his satchel[…]looked like he had never tried at anything in his life. He was simply born brilliant, all that knowledge poured by gods without spillage into his brain.

Dogs with cancer. And now I’m sobbing. Ngl, I never expected I would become the sort of person triggered by a dog being cured of cancer, and yet. Gosh, I miss my baby.

I really wanted to like this book…but icckkk. He really needs to stop calling her “[his] muse.” It’s grossing me out SO much.

I want to tell her that the answer to that question will take me years and that she’ll just have to stick around.

It kills me how easily and skillfully I lie. What terrible talent.

You ever read that book, Into the Wild?

…falling in love a thousand times for five or ten minute stretches with girls I wanted to know…

“Be careful with that book—it screams if you fold over the pages.”

“The last actor I met who was as poor as you, Christopher, I ate by way of review.”

Night hand gave a snort; the kind of snort in which a great many words were implied, none of them printable.

She had the mouth of someone always ready to laugh or to fight.

Beserkers do not feel fear, which makes them impressive and frankly alarming cooks.

I feel like I need to quote this entire section about the Civil War. It’s obvious, really, when you think about it—but we don’t usually present the motivations of those in the union as fighting the slave owners because they “drove down labor costs through mass enslavement.” It wasn’t about the wellbeing and rights of slaves; it was about poverty existing because of the slavers.

“…of how to prevent a teeming populace of simply voting to seize the wealthiest American’s assets. As James Madison worried, too much democracy could present turbulence and contention, leading to a system incompatible with personal security or the rights of property.”

I mean, Hasan Piker was right. The American military exists to protect the capital owners and their interests, not the American people.

As the oligarchs would say: It’s a nice democracy you have there. Would be a shame if something happened to it.

There was something to ponder there, about loving unrequited, to the ends of the galaxy, and without them ever knowing.

“He accidentally gave me something I didn’t pay for, so I went to give it back.”
“You wanted to give back something you got for free?”
…really, he didn’t have to sound so full of disbelief. People had knowingly risked their lives for less, surely.

“That, um, sounds dangerous.”
“Most things that matter are.”

“Technological contrivances.”

Despite this premise being very much my guilty pleasure weakness, this book is WAY too horny for me. 🫣🥴🤢

Omfg. WHY?

I’m so sad that I’m not liking this more.