| apathythere are worst things you could be feeling.
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Julian
By Anne-Marie Chapouton, Anthea Bell, Jean Claverie
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apocalypse
Forget after the bomb. What happens after the bomb? Who
gives a shit? There’s nothing after the bomb—nothing to fight for, nothing to
prove, nothing to say. Really now, the way you go on about that bomb when you
could be occupying yourself with other things—life for instance…
Revelation my ass.
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| allusionslines from my novel, based on quotes from other authors. they're not really subtle. not quite plagiarism, methinks. just a tipping of the hat to shakespeare and others.
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“Because she is a woman, you forget she is an
even greater anomaly to this place,” Simeon reasoned. “Imagine what cruelty she
must have embraced in order to unsex herself for war."
Lady Macbeth: "Come, you spirits / That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here."
"We dreaded that our wives might be sold
into slavery, our children thrown from the city walls, our homes burned, our
communities forgotten."
What happened to Hector's family after Troy was sacked.
"Does she sigh for your pains, bid you to believe
that your care for her actually amounts to something remarkable, perhaps, or profound?"
Othello: "My story being done, she gave me for my pains a world of sighs: she swore, in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange; 'twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful."
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can't think of others. oh well.
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| "in fear everything
lives, impermanence
makes the edges of things burn
brighter."
-Margaret Atwood (super-feminist)
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i dare say...
she's growing on me. she's an acquired taste. like wasabi, or the dresden dolls, or root beer.
=D
although i still don't like root beer.
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