Imagine a young man racing alone in his motorcycle, on a minor road. The wind is beating at his face. The young man closes his eyes, and opens his arms wide, just like they do in films, feeling himself completely alive and in communion with the universe. He doesn’t see the lorry lunging out from the crossing. He dies happy. Happiness is almost always irresponsible. We’re happy for those brief moments when we close our eyes.
Jose Eduardo Agualusa, the Book of Chameleons
1 month ago
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Counting down the days to March 23!
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2 months ago
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Liz: Hello. I’d like to speak to General Electric.
Jack: Madam, I’m afraid you’re confused.
Liz: I was a nurse in the war and I met him when he was just a colonel. He’s the father of my child!
Jack: General Electric is not a person.
Liz: Toby, come talk to your father! Daddy, it’s your son, Toby Electric.
Jack: I can tell by your voice that you’re a very ungainly teenage girl from… Southeastern Pennsylvania?
Liz: A-ha, ya burnt! How you like me now?
Jack: Young lady, no one - no one jokes down General Electric. And if I ever - do you mind? - if I ever get my thick manly hands on you, I will roast you alive in an oven I designed myself using two, no, three kinds of heat! I’m Jack Donaghy, dammit.30 Rock, 6x19 Live from Studio 6H
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4 weeks ago
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I decided to develop a taste for coffee. Here is my first attempt.
Hudson Street, New York
2 months ago
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