Thoreau, "Walking"
]]>Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil
]]> ]]>Paul Claudel
]]>Hell is where the police are German, the chefs British, the mechanics French, the lovers Swiss, and it's all organized by the Italians.
Anonymous
]]>be as strictly dependent on one another as organs of the same body, all
bound to its economy.
Will the brain, bursting with machines, still be able to furnish its slender
rivulet of dream and escape? Man, like a sleepwalker, is marching toward
deadly mine fields, led on by the singing of inventors . . .
Rene Char
]]>Thackeray, The Newcomes, II, 7.
]]>Trollope, Can You Forgive Her?, ch. 78
]]>Trollope, Can You Forgive Her?, ch. 11
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