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178. Beckett: Dante and the Lobster ( Read more... ) -
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The present close, the present realized ( Read more... ) -
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Brexit Chainsaw Massacre E4 ( Read more... ) -
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The way the light came through, the ceiling and one wall were always darker, somehow bluer. It made them seem more solid, such that he came to think of his room as a lean-to. The lesser walls were like concentrations of air, thicker versions of clouds. He had early moved the head of his bed against the one trusted wall and lay perpendicular to its ( Read more... ) -
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It came to mean nothing to me that I knew the truth. The truth that mattered was how to make others know it. The lowest charlatan possessed something I felt I never could, something without which I was nothing ( Read more... ) -
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Some Borges observations ( Read more... ) -
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From "Quain":
I regret that I lent a certain lady - irrecoverably - the first thing he wrote. This I have said was a detective novel called The God of the Labyrinth; I can add that it was published towards the end of November, 1933. By early December, the pleasing but laboured convolutions of Ellery Queen's Siamese Twin Mystery had London and New ( Read more... ) -
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And hours to go until I sleep. And hours to go until I sleep.