July 2012
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I just watched the episode of Louie where he’s brushing his daughter’s teeth and she says she has to tell him something. She tells him that she likes it at her mom’s house better because her mom cooks better food and because she loves her mom more, and so likes being there more. I really liked how Louie didn’t seem to care - he just told her to rinse out her mouth and get...
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I collect books that have inscriptions to other people in them.
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“He had been sent down from Oxford—true. He had been a Socialist, in some sense a failure—true. Still the future of civilisation lies, he thought, in the hands of young men like that; of young men such as he was, thirty years ago; with their love of abstract principles; getting books sent out to them all the way from London to a peak in the Himalayas; reading science; reading philosophy. The...
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Still, the sun was hot. Still, one got over...
“She did not move. “Tell me the truth, tell me the truth,” he kept on saying. He felt as if his forehead would burst. She seemed contracted, petrified. She did not move. “Tell me the truth,” he repeated, when suddenly that old man Breitkopf popped his head in carrying the Times; stared at them; gaped; and went away. “Tell me the truth,” he repeated. He felt that he was grinding against...
