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1:07 p.m. - Wednesday, Oct. 15, 2003
Me Read Book
...As we are a doomed race, chained to a sinking ship, ... as the whole thing is a bad joke, let us, at any rate, do our part; mitigate the sufferings of our fellow-prisoners; ... decorate the dungeon with flowers and air-cushions; be as decent as we possibly can. Those ruffians, the Gods, shan't have it all their own way,--her notion being that the Gods, who never lost a chance of hurting, thwarting and spoiling human lives were seriously put out if, all the same, you behaved like a lady.
Heh-heh. I'm glad I didn't say anything derogatory about Mrs. Dalloway when I wanted to, when I first started reading it, because I'm getting to like it.
Where the hell is everybody today?
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