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Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope.

Godt sagt! (5) Varsle Svar

If you can't, or won't, think of Seymour, then you go right ahead and call in some ignorant psychoanalyst. You just do that. You just call in some analyst who's experienced in adjusting people to the joys of television, and Life magazine every Wednesday, and European travel, and the H-bomb, and Presidential elections, and the front page of the Times, and God knows what else that's gloriously normal.

Godt sagt! (3) Varsle Svar

I believe him, I know it’s my only chance to – my only chance, I believe all I’m told, I’ve disbelieved only too much in my long life, now I swallow everything, greedily. What I need now is stories, it took me a long time to know that, and I’m not sure of it.

Godt sagt! (1) Varsle Svar

Fra "Four Quartets":

Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind

Cannot bear very much reality.

Godt sagt! (2) Varsle Svar

He walked out into the gray light and stood and he saw for a brief moment the absolute truth of the world. The cold relentless circling of an intestate earth. Darkness implacable. The blind dogs of the sun in their running. The crushing black vacuum of the universe. And somewhere two hunted animals trembling like ground-foxes in their cover. Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.

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You know it makes one feel rather good deciding not to be a bitch. It's sort of what we have instead of God.

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I said you’d just let her alone. Sawing and knocking, and keeping the air always moving so fast on her face that when you’re tired you can't breathe it, and that goddamn adze going One lick less. One lick less. One lick less. One lick less until everybody that passes in the road will have to stop and see it and say what a fine carpenter he is. If it had just been me when Cash fell off of that church and if it had just been me when pa laid sick with that load of wood fell on him, it would not be happening with every bastard in the county coming in to stare at her because if there is a God what the hell is he for. It would be just me and her on a high hill and me rolling the rocks down the hill at their faces and teeth and all by God until she was quiet and not that goddamn adze going One lick less. One lick less and we could be quiet.

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No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one’s existence--that which makes its truth, its meaning--its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live, as we dream--alone. . . .

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