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Les hommes, dans la nuit, se racontaient des histoires pour se faire briller les yeux. Le vieux monde n’était pas mort. Il était encore des êtres secoués d’impatience qui souriaient au rêve toujours recommencé du lointain bonheur que l’on va chercher.
Laurent Gaudé • Eldorado (Domaine Français) (French Edition)
Poetry! The endemic illness of young malcontents, desperately embracing beauty, hog-tied to the tempting rhymes of a loaned-out language, tossed about between Creole and French like those rowboats over there on the sea I can hear but not see crashing from my shack.
Marie Vieux-Chauvet • Love, Anger, Madness
In Highland New Guinea, now Papua New Guinea, a British district officer named lames Taylor contacted a mountain village, above three thousand feet, whose tribe had never seen any trace of the outside world. It was the 1930s. He described the courage of one villager. One day, on the airstrip hacked from the mountains near his village, this man cut
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Edmund Wilson,
David Sedaris • Theft by Finding: Diaries (1977-2002)


We need to witness our own limits transgressed, and some life pasturing freely where we never wander. We are cheered when we observe the vulture feeding on the carrion which disgusts and disheartens us, and deriving health and strength from the repast.
