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On the first floor, which was more a suggestion of a life than the actual lives we lived, several bookshelves lined the walls, filled with garbage books, a wall of commonality reserved for guests who never browsed.
— Nov 11, 2025 08:12AM
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S̶e̶a̶n̶
is on page 418 of 491
Humans, in their vapid stupidity, always associate the new with the great, cannot see beyond their own nose, and forget an event ten seconds after it has occurred. If this is progress, please let me die in my sleep this evening. If this is progress, let the world burn, I want no more of it.
— Dec 07, 2025 06:55AM
S̶e̶a̶n̶
is on page 270 of 491
If a man is silent, he is stoic, if a woman is silent, she is a bitch, a childish word I abhor. Why is this? Why is a silent woman feared? Why does the world continue to move in opposite directions, pulling itself apart by greed, by ignorance, by the small tail between men's legs?
— Nov 29, 2025 06:07AM
S̶e̶a̶n̶
is on page 43 of 491
The field dips in pollen-flecked waves, my legs carrying me forward, my feet uncontrolled farm equipment destroying the soil as I walk, my childhood erupting in cakewarm black piles. In the clearing, along the edge of gold, sudden horror as the field drops away into black fathomless water. The water stretches as far as I can see, an eternal sheet of black glass.
— Nov 09, 2025 08:48AM
“DOG EARS FOUR-A-PENNY
Let me explain exactly what I mean. The wares in a bookshop look completely unread. On the other hand, a school-boy’s Latin dictionary looks read to the point of tatters. You know that the dictionary has been opened and scanned perhaps a million times, and if you did not know that there was such a thing as a box on the ear, you would conclude that the boy is crazy about Latin and cannot bear to be away from his dictionary. Similarly our non-brow who wants his friends to infer from a glancing around his house that he is a high-brow. He buys an enormous book on the Russian ballet, written possibly in the language of that distant but beautiful land. Our problem is to alter the book in a reasonably short time so that anybody looking at it will conclude that its owner has practically lived, supped and slept with it for many months. You can, if you like, talk about designing a machine driven by a small but efficient petrol motor that would ‘read’ any book in five minutes, the equivalent of five years or ten years’ ‘reading’ being obtained by merely turning a knob. This, how-ever, is the cheap soulless approach of the times we live in. No machine can do the same work as the soft human fingers. The trained and ex-perienced book-handler is the only real solution of this contemporary social problem.”