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Al Owski
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“Lightly men talk of saying what they mean. Often when he was teaching me to write in Greek the Fox would say, 'Child, to say the very thing you really mean, the whole of it, nothing more or less or other than what you really mean; that's the whole art and joy of words.' …When the time comes to you at which you will be forced at last to utter the speech which has lain at the centre of your soul for years…“
— Oct 24, 2026 04:26AM
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Al Owski
Al Owski is finished
“Never again will I call you mine; but all there is of me shall be yours. Alas, you know now what it's worth. I never wished you well, never had one selfless thought of you. I was a craver.”
— Oct 25, 2026 04:52AM
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Al Owski
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“And we said we loved her. And we did. She had no more dangerous enemies than us.”
— Oct 25, 2026 04:50AM
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Al Owski
Al Owski is finished
“Till that word can be dug out of us, why should they hear the babble that we think we mean? How can they meet us face to face till we have faces?”
— Oct 24, 2026 04:47AM
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Al Owski
Al Owski is finished
“I would set out boldly each morning to be just and calm and wise in all my thoughts and acts; but before they had finished dressing me I would find that I was back (and knew not how long I had been back) in some old rage, resentment, gnawing fantasy, or sullen bitterness. I could not hold out half an hour.”
— Oct 24, 2026 04:23AM
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Al Owski
Al Owski is on page 281 of 313
“I hid all the things I was feeling-and indeed I did not know what they were, except that all the peace of that autumnal journey was shattered-so as not to spoil the pleasure of my people. Next day I understood more clearly. I could never be at peace again till I had written my charge against the gods. It burned me from within. It quickened; I was with book, as a woman is with child.“
— Oct 22, 2026 09:54AM
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Al Owski
Al Owski is on page 91 of 313
“By the smell and the smoke there seemed to have been much killing already, at the altar in the courtyard. (Food for the gods must always be found somehow, even when the land starves.)”
— Oct 04, 2026 05:50AM
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