November 27, 2008

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"Were I to take your cane, mediocre as it is, and poke a little hole in your side, I could collect enough material to fill the British Museum.  We stand on five minutes and devour centurees.  You are the sieve through which my anarchy strains, resolves itself into words.  Behind the word is chaos.  Each word a stripe, a bar, but there are not and never will be enough bars to make the mesh."

There is only one thing which interests me vitally now, and that is the recording of all that which is omitted in books.  Nobody, so far as I can see, is making use of those elements in the air which give direction and motivation to our lives."

- Tropic of Cancer, Henry Miller

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