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prosaist liberation front: December 2004
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Friday, December 03, 2004. Primo Levi, The Drowned and the Saved (1988). I come now to the third variant of the question: Why didn't you run away "before"? Before the borders were closed? Before the trap snapped shut? Here rises the obligatory question, a counter-question: How securely do we live, we men of the century's and millenium's end? And, more specifically, we Europeans? Are today's fears more or less founded than the fears of that time? Why aren't we leaving our country?
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prosaist liberation front: Einstein
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Thursday, June 14, 2007. Few people are capable of expressing with equanimity opinions which differ from the prejudices of their social environment. Most people are even incapable of forming such opinions. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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prosaist liberation front: Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
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Sunday, July 22, 2007. Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). John Donne, Hymn to God, My God in My Sickness (. Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solit. William Shakespeare, Henry IV - Act V. Marguerite Yourcenar, Memoirs of Hadrian. Thom York, Myxomatosis.
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prosaist liberation front: William Faulkner, On Accepting the Nobel Prize for Literature (1949)
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Tuesday, May 22, 2007. William Faulkner, On Accepting the Nobel Prize for Literature (1949). Our tragedy today is a general and universal physical fear so long sustained by now that we can even bear it. There are no longer problems of the spirit. There is only the question: When will I be blown up? He's right, you know. July 10, 2007 at 11:40 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). William Faulkner, On Accepting the Nobel Prize for. Friedrich Nietzsche, Human, All Too Human (1878).
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prosaist liberation front: September 2007
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Friday, September 28, 2007. 8216;Journey to the End of the Night’ by Louis-Ferdinand Celine. Could I, I thought, be the last coward on earth? 8230;All alone with two million stark raving heroic mad-men, armed to the eyeballs? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). 8216;Journey to the End of the Night’ by Louis-Ferdina.
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prosaist liberation front: The Bhagavad Gita
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Sunday, July 22, 2007. Now, I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). John Donne, Hymn to God, My God in My Sickness (. Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solit. William Shakespeare, Henry IV - Act V. Marguerite Yourcenar, Memoirs of Hadrian. Thom York, Myxomatosis.
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prosaist liberation front: November 2007
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Tuesday, November 06, 2007. Ivan Illich, Toward a History of Needs (1978). Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Ivan Illich, Toward a History of Needs (1978).
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prosaist liberation front: May 2007
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Tuesday, May 22, 2007. William Faulkner, On Accepting the Nobel Prize for Literature (1949). Our tragedy today is a general and universal physical fear so long sustained by now that we can even bear it. There are no longer problems of the spirit. There is only the question: When will I be blown up? Sunday, May 20, 2007. Friedrich Nietzsche, Human, All Too Human (1878). There is always a kind of contempt in the act of speaking. Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist (1993). Thursday, May 17, 2007. One’s death ...
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prosaist liberation front: John Donne, Hymn to God, My God in My Sickness (
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Sunday, July 22, 2007. John Donne, Hymn to God, My God in My Sickness (. As west and east. In all flat maps—and I am one—are one,. So death doth touch the resurrection. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). John Donne, Hymn to God, My God in My Sickness (. Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solit. William Shakespeare, Henry IV - Act V. Marguerite Yourcenar, Memoirs of Hadrian. Thom York, Myxomatosis.
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prosaist liberation front: ‘Journey to the End of the Night’ by Louis-Ferdinand Celine
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Friday, September 28, 2007. 8216;Journey to the End of the Night’ by Louis-Ferdinand Celine. Could I, I thought, be the last coward on earth? 8230;All alone with two million stark raving heroic mad-men, armed to the eyeballs? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). 8216;Journey to the End of the Night’ by Louis-Ferdina.
