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[16 Apr 2009|11:30pm] |
If we could have just done something so dreadful and Father said That's sad too people cannot do anything that dreadful they cannot do anything very dreadful at all they cannot even remember tomorrow what seemed dreadful today and I said, You can shirk all things and he said, Ah can you. And I will look down and see my murmuring bones and the deep water like wind, like a roof of wind, and after a long time they cannot distinguish even bones upon the lonely and inviolate sand. Until on the Day when He says Rise only the flat-iron would come floating up. It's not when you realise that nothing can help you--religion, pride, anything--it's when you realise that you dont need any aid.
-William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury
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[31 Jan 2009|01:50pm] |
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For some writing, mostly of the ficcage variety, please to be seeing Yet Endlike over in the land of livejournal.
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