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“Look at the telephones for shattering the little peace of mind given to us in this world”
― The Inn of the Two Witches By Joseph Conrad Annotated.
― The Inn of the Two Witches By Joseph Conrad Annotated.

“When Ernest left, Claude walked as far as the Yoeders' place with him, and came back across the snow-drifted fields, under the frosty brilliance of the winter stars. As he looked up at them, he felt more than ever that they must have something to do with the fate of nations, and with the incomprehensible things that were happening in the world. In the ordered universe there must be some mind that read the riddle of this one unhappy planet, that knew what was forming in the dark eclipse of this hour. A question hung in the air; over all this quiet land about him, over him, over his mother, even. He was afraid for his country, as he had been that night on the State House steps in Denver, when this war was undreamed of, hidden in the womb of time.”
― One of Ours
― One of Ours

“The spirit of these warm evenings is hard to describe. There is anticipation in the air but it is not the expectant midsummer hum of a shirtsleeve crowd, a sandlot game, with coherent precedents, a history of secure response. This waiting is introverted, uneven, almost backward and shy, tending toward silence.”
― White Noise
― White Noise

“So the weeks, the months, the summer passed, and everywhere about him George saw the evidences of this dissolution, this shipwreck of a great spirit. The poisonous emanations of suppression, persecution, and fear permeated the air like miasmic and pestilential vapors, tainting, sickening, and blighting the lives of everyone he met. It was a plague of the spirit -- invisible, but as unmistakable as death. Little by little it sank in on him through all the golden singing of that summer, until at last he felt it, breathed it, lived it, and knew it for the thing it was.”
― You Can't Go Home Again
― You Can't Go Home Again

“[The Dodgers] were so close so many times,' my dad said, shaking his head. 'Remember we said if they just kept fighting, they'd make it in the end. And they did. We'll just have to do the same.”
― Wait Till Next Year
― Wait Till Next Year
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