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If Dreams Could Fizz...

I Think I Would Eat Them

Created on 2003-03-11 18:09:25 (#943745), last updated 2009-11-15

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Name:Leahbee
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"A second, smashing blow hit him on the ear. Then all became quiet. There was the sea again with its sounds. A wave slowly lifted him up. It came from afar and travelled sedately on, a shrug of eternity."
-Darkness at Noon, by Arthur Koestler

"Several days later, he was struck by another thought, which I record here as an addendum to the preceding chapter: Somewhere out in space there was a planet where all people would be born again. They would be fully aware of the life they had spent on earth and of all the experiencethey had amassed here. And perhaps, there was still another planet, where we would all be born a third time with the experience of our first two lives. And perhaps there were yet more and more planets, where mankind would be born one degree (one life) more mature. That was Tomas's version of eternal return... An optimist is someone who thinks that on planet number five the history of mankind will be less bloody. A pessimist is one who thinks otherwise."
-The Unbearable Lightness of Being, by Milan Kundera

"...a small mouth stretched to yell into the darkness '...the noblest ideal- that man live for the sake of his brothers, that the strong work for the weak, that he who has ability serve him who hasn't...' Then he saw the boy who had been Hank Rearden at eighteen. He saw the tension of the face... the eyes of a man who drove himself without pity toward that which he wanted. And he saw what Paul Larkin must have been at that time- a youth with an aged baby's face, smiling ingratiatingly, joylessly, begging to be spared, pleading with the universe to give him a chance. If someone had shown that youth to the Hank Rearden of the that time... Rearden knew what the boy he had been would have felt: a desire to step on the obscene thing which was Larkin and grind every wet bit of it out of existence. He had never experienced an emotion of this kind. It took him a few moments to realize that this was what men called hatred." -Ayn Rand in Atlas Shrugged
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