This is not a book. This is libel, sander, defamation of character. This is not a book in the ordinary sense of the word. No, this a prolonged insult, a gob of spit in the face of Art

H Miller, TROPIC OF CANCER

Commissioner Gordon: It could be any one of them... But which one? Which ones ( Read more... )

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"Now everyone is busy scraping the bottom of his bowl with his spoon so as not to waste the last drops of soup; a confused, metallic clatter, signifying the end of the day. Silence slowly prevails and then, from my bunk on the top row, I see and hear old Kuhn praying aloud, with his beret on his head, swaying backwards and forwards violently. Kuhn ( Read more... )

"Of course, there's not much point in wasting our time describing this tailor, but since it has become the accepted thing to give full details about every single character in a story, there is nothing for it but to take a look at this man Petrovich."

N Gogol, THE OVERCOAT

Now we all deserve to die ( Read more... )

HOW THE WORLD TICKS... (POLITICS EXPLAINED WITH THE USE OF COWS ( Read more... )

The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in ’68 ( Read more... )

The great tragedy of my life is not that the world is bereft of ugly, socially awkward girls, but only that I always seem to be slightly more ugly and socially awkward than the lot of them.

I can feel the heat closing in, feel them out there ( Read more... )