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Biography of Satan
What did Mr. Barclay do then? Was he disarmed? Was he silenced? No. He was shocked. He was so shocked that he visibly shuddered. He said the Satanic Traditioners and Perhapsers and Conjecturers were THEMSELVES sacred! As sacred as their work. So sacred that whoso ventured to mock them or make fun of their work, could not afterward enter any respectable house, even by the back door.
How true were his words, and how wise! How fortunate it would have been for me if I had heeded them. But I was young, I was but seven years of age, and vain, foolish, and anxious to attract attention. I wrote the biography [of Satan], and have never been in a respectable house since.
— Mark Twain, 1909
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He shouted, pounded on the door, tried to force it with his shoulder, and then, looking in at the windows, saw that the place was empty.
— John Cheever, The Swimmer (1964)
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"The awful thing is that beauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and the devil are fighting there and the battlefield is the heart of man. But a man always talks of his own ache."
-Дмитри Карамазов
Фёдор Достоевский, Братья Карамазовы (1880)
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"I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:"- Robert Frost, 1925 -
High Resolution‘So far, I have raised a family of moles, enough snails to keep a pre-French restaurant running for a century and a curious looking plant that I have been eating all summer under the impression that it was a vegetable. However, for the past few weeks, I’ve had difficulty in remaining awake and this morning I discovered that I had been munching on marijuana the whole month of July.’
Groucho Marx; Letter to Corporal Darrow, 1943
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High Resolution‘Girls have a way of knowing or feeling what you feel, but they usually like to hear it also.’
John Steinbeck; Letter to Thomas Steinbeck, 1958
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High Resolution‘It is better to fail in originality, than to succeed in imitation’
Herman Melville; Hawthorne and His Mosses, 1850
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High ResolutionWilliam S. Burroughs
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Eternal recurrence states that a life which disappears once and for all, which does not return, is like a shadow, without weight, dead in advance, and whether it was horrible, beautiful, or sublime, its horror, sublimity, and beauty mean nothing.
Milan Kundera
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