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      <title>Aesthetic Tyranny: Why I&#39;d Rather You Sweat Than See an AC Unit</title>
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      <description>European resistance to air conditioning is often framed as a story of puritanical self-flagellation, as an insistence on managing energy crises by a regime of perpetual austerity rather than building out clean, abundant energy sources. But I think this is an over-generous framing driven by pundits who have never had a frivolous bone in their effectively altruistic bodies. Some of us just really hate looking at ugly things, and we’re willing to make you suffer so that we don’t have to.</description>
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      <title>Magic and Machine: Tolkien&#39;s Two Kinds of Power</title>
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      <description>To ask this question is to answer it—at least for any attentive reader of J.R.R. Tolkien’s fantasy classic The Lord of the Rings. Although set in a pre-technological mythical world of wizards and dragons, Tolkien’s trilogy is, more than anything else, a profound meditation upon technology. Nor should this surprise us; for as C.S. Lewis has argued, the modern enterprise of “technology” and the medieval pursuit of “magic” are two versions of the same quest: to manipulate the world through the discovery of hidden knowledge, the perfection of arcane techniques.</description>
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      <title>Notes Turned Inward: Pavese&#39;s Art of Tragic Living</title>
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      <description>The Craft of Living is mostly a set of literary notes, like Leopardi’s Zibaldone, with almost no mention of the history going on all around him. (Pavese’s lively letters, by contrast, are full of talk, gossip, and the quotidian; he comes across as a magisterial man of letters, an efficient manager, and a generous friend.) The diary is, instead, a document of a writer’s intellectual and emotional life, which you can see him process into material.</description>
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      <title>Powerful Tools Wield Their Users in Return</title>
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      <description>Second, Tolkien understood that the more powerful the tool, the less likely that an ordinary user could use it effectively, rather than being shaped or controlled by it. Thus, when Pippin looks into the palantir of Orthanc, he is almost immediately captivated by it and wholly under the domination of Sauron’s will operating through it. Only Aragorn, the rightful possessor of the stone and a man hardened by battle and seasoned with wisdom, is able to “wrench the stone to his own will,” and that only through “a bitter struggle.</description>
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      <title>When Everything Touched Was Mortal</title>
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      <description>In “The Gods,” the book’s coda, Pavese converses with himself about “how grueling it must have been for people living in a time when everything they touched was mortal,” when the world was filled with the presences of unseen beings. “Do you believe in monsters, believe in animal people, in living stones, divine smiles, and in words that annihilate?” The poet, Pavese implies, is a creature of Chaos—that anarchic state in which good is mixed with bad and monsters mingle with men and gods.</description>
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      <title>On Mallarmé&#39;s perfectionism</title>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 21 Jul 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>Throughout much of Mallarmé’s adult life, he yearned quixotically to create a magnum opus that could encompass the entire world and render it into words. He wanted to collapse the gap between representation and what is represented.</description>
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      <title>The Destiny of Nations</title>
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      <description>Auspicious Reverence! Hush all meaner song,&#xA;Ere we the deep preluding strain have poured&#xA;To the Great Father, only Rightful King,&#xA;Eternal Father! King Omnipotent!&#xA;To the Will Absolute, the One, the Good!&#xA;The I AM, the Word, the Life, the Living God!&#xA;Such symphony requires best instrument.&#xA;Seize, then, my soul! from Freedom’s trophied dome&#xA;The Harp which hangeth high between the Shields&#xA;Of Brutus and Leonidas! With that</description>
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      <title>Want of wonder</title>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 27 May 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>The world will never starve for want of wonders; but only for want of wonder.</description>
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      <title>Taste as shared response</title>
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      <description>The other reason people doubt that art can be good is that there doesn&amp;rsquo;t seem to be any room in the art for this goodness. The argument goes like this. Imagine several people looking at a work of art and judging how good it is. If being good art really is a property of objects, it should be in the object somehow. But it doesn&amp;rsquo;t seem to be; it seems to be something happening in the heads of each of the observers.</description>
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      <title>The computer longs to be human</title>
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      <description>Homay King argues in Virtual Memory: Time-Based Art and the Dream of Digitality that the epistle’s “tangled mash-up of sentimentality bespeaks a twinge of longing…Like the wooden puppet in search of the Blue Fairy, the computer longs to be human; like Snow White fleeing into the forest, it longs to be admitted into the company of those who are capable of care and affection.”</description>
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      <title>The robotic hand&#39;s undetectable autograph</title>
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      <description>Beleaguered professors, who are largely poorly paid adjunct instructors at this point, will now have to not just contend with essay mills and good old-fashioned cut-and-paste plagiarism, but also the undetectable autograph of the robotic hand.</description>
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      <title>Art no longer forms subcultures</title>
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      <description>In literate society, engagement with novels, poetry and criticism has always helped people form groups and differentiate themselves along lines of class and politics. With the newfound dominance of the internet, this is no longer the case: our extreme interconnectedness seems to preclude the need for rich subcultures grounded in the shared appreciation of art and writing— these have been replaced almost universally by shareable soundbites that require no labor other than attention.</description>
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      <title>Young elites and the crisis of form</title>
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      <description>They’re all witty, intelligent critics who have become adept at diagnosing the cultural ills of contemporary society over the course of fairly brief tenures in the public eye, but they also all belong to the demographic perhaps most afflicted by the modern crisis of form: young elites who have been exposed since their teenage years to the full brunt of the internet content deluge, untethered from though perhaps yearning for a self-contained and tradition-rich literary scene in which to make their way.</description>
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      <title>A face blazing like Christmas coals</title>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>In the morning, one might say, his face was of a fine florid hue, but after twelve o’clock, meridian—his dinner hour—it blazed like a grate full of Christmas coals; and continued blazing—but, as it were, with a gradual wane—till 6 o’clock, P.M. or thereabouts, after which I saw no more of the proprietor of the face, which gaining its meridian with the sun, seemed to set with it, to rise, culminate, and decline the following day, with the like regularity and undiminished glory.</description>
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      <title>A grumbler, or only a grumble</title>
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      <description>The question is whether she is a grumbler, or only a grumble.</description>
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      <title>A name that rings like bullion</title>
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      <description>I do not speak it in vanity, but simply record the fact, that I was not unemployed in my profession by the late John Jacob Astor; a name which, I admit, I love to repeat, for it hath a rounded and orbicular sound to it, and rings like unto bullion.</description>
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      <title>A right but not a reason to be proud</title>
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      <description>What went unsaid, but clearly implied, was that they had a right but not a reason to be proud of me.</description>
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      <title>A scream wanting to get out</title>
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      <description>&amp;ldquo;Millions of people can draw. Art is whether or not there is a scream in him [Asher] wanting to get out in a special way.&amp;rdquo; &amp;ldquo;Or a laugh,&amp;rdquo; she said. &amp;ldquo;Picasso laughs, too.&amp;rdquo; &amp;ldquo;Or a laugh,&amp;rdquo; he said.</description>
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      <title>A stronger angel, a fiercer devil</title>
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      <description>It is a stronger angel, and therefore, when it falls, a fiercer devil.</description>
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      <title>A truth beyond words</title>
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      <description>[I painted for] a truth I did not know how to put into words. For a truth I could only bring to life by means of color and line and texture and form.</description>
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      <title>All dry, all withered, all spent</title>
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      <description>It was all dry: all withered: all spent.</description>
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      <title>All Hell is smaller than a pebble</title>
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      <description>&amp;lsquo;Yes. All Hell is smaller than one pebble of your earthly world: but it is smaller than one atom of this world, the Real World.&amp;rsquo;</description>
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      <title>An eye drawing</title>
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      <description>That is an eye drawing, Anna. Hands alone do not draw this way.</description>
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      <title>And Giovanni fell</title>
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      <description>And Giovanni fell&amp;mdash;back into the room, the streets, the world, into the presence and the shadow of death.</description>
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      <title>And we became friends</title>
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      <description>He made the emperor laugh and the horse couldn&amp;rsquo;t better him, so he stayed. And I stayed. And we became friends.</description>
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      <title>At the third summons</title>
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      <description>Like a very ghost, agreeably to the laws of magical invocation, at the third summons, he appeared at the entrance of his hermitage.</description>
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      <title>Bad as this article was</title>
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      <description>Bad as this article was, and time has proved it to be utter nonsense, the second article he wrote was probably even worse, and why I printed it I don&amp;rsquo;t recall.</description>
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      <title>Beasts from a private mythology</title>
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      <description>&amp;hellip;beasts from a private mythology.</description>
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      <title>Brass is mistaken for gold</title>
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      <description>There&amp;rsquo;s something in natural affection which will lead it on to eternal love more easily than natural appetite could be led on. But there&amp;rsquo;s also something in it which makes it easier to stop at the natural level and mistake it for the heavenly. Brass is mistaken for gold more easily than clay is.</description>
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      <title>Byron would not sit with Bartleby</title>
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      <description>It is a very dull, wearisome, and lethargic affair. I can readily imagine that to some sanguine temperaments it would be altogether intolerable. For example, I cannot credit that the mettlesome poet Byron would have contentedly sat down with Bartleby to examine a law document of, say five hundred pages, closely written in a crimpy hand.</description>
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      <title>Caring for proofs of God more than God</title>
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      <description>There have been men before now who got so interested in proving the existence of God that they came to care nothing for God Himself&amp;hellip; as if the good Lord had nothing to do but exist! There have been some who were so occupied in spreading Christianity that they never gave a thought to Christ. Man! Ye see it in smaller matters. Did ye never know a lover of books that with all his first editions and signed copies had lost the power to read them?</description>
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      <title>Color play is not a finished work</title>
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      <description>There&amp;rsquo;s nothing wrong with [being excited about the interesting contrast of colors]&amp;hellip; But that&amp;rsquo;s the kind of thing you enjoy when playing around with colors on your palette! It is not a finished work of art.</description>
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      <title>Cruel because he is pathetic</title>
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      <description>I hate how sad Poo is. I can&amp;rsquo;t stand how poor and pathetic he is, and because of that I am cruel to him.</description>
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      <title>Cynghanedd in English</title>
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      <description>Billet spied,&#xA;Bolt sped.&#xA;Across field&#xA;Crows fled,&#xA;Aloft, wounded,&#xA;Left one dead.</description>
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      <title>Darkness cannot infect our light</title>
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      <description>Did you think joy was created to live always under that threat? Always defenseless against those who would rather be miserable than have their self-will crossed? For it was real misery. I know that now. You made yourself really wretched. That you can still do. But you can no longer communicate your wretchedness. Everything becomes more and more itself. Here is joy that cannot be shaken. Our light can swallow up your darkness: but your darkness cannot now infect our light.</description>
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      <title>Desire, then kindred spirits</title>
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      <description>If you want to know how to do a thing you must first have a complete desire to do that thing. Then go to kindred spirits&amp;mdash;others who have wanted to do that thing&amp;mdash;and study their ways and means, learn from their successes and failures, and add to your quota.</description>
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      <title>Eternal reality must be lived</title>
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      <description>Ye can not know eternal reality by a definition. Time itself, and all acts and events that fill Time, are the definition, and it must be lived.</description>
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      <title>Eyes puffed and swimming</title>
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      <description>His glasses are thick, magnifying, and his eyes, puffed and swimming, seem not to miss a thing.</description>
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      <title>Faces full of impossibilities</title>
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      <description>They were all fixed faces, full not of possibilities but impossibilities&amp;hellip;</description>
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      <title>Happiness courts the light</title>
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      <description>Ah, happiness courts the light, so we deem the world is gay; but misery hides aloof, so we deem that misery there is none.</description>
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      <title>Heaven is reality itself</title>
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      <description>Hell is a state of mind&amp;mdash;ye never said a truer word. And every state of mind, left to itself, every shutting up of the creature within the dungeon of its mind&amp;mdash;is, in the end, Hell. But Heaven is not a state of mind. Heaven is reality itself. All that is fully real is Heavenly.</description>
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      <title>Heaven works backwards</title>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
      <guid>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/heaven-works-backwards/</guid>
      <description>They say of some temporal suffering, &amp;ldquo;No future bliss can make up for it,&amp;rdquo; not knowing that Heaven, once attained, will work backwards and turn even that agony into a glory.</description>
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      <title>Hell as endless quarrelling</title>
      <link>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/hell-as-endless-quarrelling/</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
      <guid>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/hell-as-endless-quarrelling/</guid>
      <description>&amp;lsquo;Not at all,&amp;rsquo; said my neighbor. &amp;lsquo;The trouble is that they&amp;rsquo;re so quarrelsome. As soon as anyone arrives he settles in some street. Before he&amp;rsquo;s been there twenty-four hours he quarrels with his neighbour. Before the week is over he&amp;rsquo;s quarrelled so badly that he decides to move. Very likely he finds the next street empty because all the people there have quarrelled with their neighbors&amp;mdash;and moved. If so he settles in.</description>
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      <title>Hell cannot veto Heaven</title>
      <link>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/hell-cannot-veto-heaven/</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
      <guid>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/hell-cannot-veto-heaven/</guid>
      <description>&amp;lsquo;The demand of the loveless and the self-imprisoned that they should be allowed to blackmail the universe: that till they consent to be happy (on their own terms) no one else shall taste joy: that theirs should be the final power; that Hell should be able to veto Heaven.&amp;rsquo;</description>
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      <title>Hell, or Purgatory if you leave it</title>
      <link>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/hell-or-purgatory-if-you-leave-it/</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
      <guid>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/hell-or-purgatory-if-you-leave-it/</guid>
      <description>You have been in Hell: though if you don&amp;rsquo;t go back you may call it Purgatory.</description>
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      <title>I might easily have failed</title>
      <link>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/i-might-easily-have-failed/</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
      <guid>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/i-might-easily-have-failed/</guid>
      <description>I feel&amp;mdash;and the anxiety is still vivid to me&amp;mdash;that I might easily have failed before I began.</description>
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      <title>Into this grey lake plopped the thought</title>
      <link>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/into-this-grey-lake-plopped-the-thought/</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
      <guid>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/into-this-grey-lake-plopped-the-thought/</guid>
      <description>Into this grey lake plopped the thought, I know that man, don&amp;rsquo;t I?</description>
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      <title>Life as a ceaseless contest</title>
      <link>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/life-as-a-ceaseless-contest/</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
      <guid>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/life-as-a-ceaseless-contest/</guid>
      <description>Life he saw as a ceaseless and courageous contest.</description>
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      <title>Light through the stained glass</title>
      <link>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/light-through-the-stained-glass/</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
      <guid>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/light-through-the-stained-glass/</guid>
      <description>Light fell through the colors of the stained glass beyond the altar. Through the windows ajar on the side aisle came the sweetness of blossom, of bruised grass, of river mud.</description>
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      <title>Like a plaster bust of Cicero</title>
      <link>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/like-a-plaster-bust-of-cicero/</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
      <guid>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/like-a-plaster-bust-of-cicero/</guid>
      <description>I looked at him steadfastly. His face was leanly composed; his gray eye dimly calm. Not a wrinkle of agitation rippled him. Had there been the least uneasiness, anger, impatience or impertinence in his manner; in other words, had there been any thing ordinarily human about him, doubtless I should have violently dismissed him from the premises. But as it was, I should have as soon thought of turning my pale plaster-of-paris bust of Cicero out of doors.</description>
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      <title>Love as the craving to be loved</title>
      <link>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/love-as-the-craving-to-be-loved/</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
      <guid>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/love-as-the-craving-to-be-loved/</guid>
      <description>But what we called love down there was mostly the craving to be loved.</description>
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      <title>Measured for the sake of heaven</title>
      <link>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/measured-for-the-sake-of-heaven/</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
      <guid>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/measured-for-the-sake-of-heaven/</guid>
      <description>A life is measured by how it is lived for the sake of heaven.</description>
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      <title>Miami Beach was born</title>
      <link>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/miami-beach-was-born/</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
      <guid>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/miami-beach-was-born/</guid>
      <description>They snipped the ribbon in 1915, they popped the cork, Miami Beach was born.</description>
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      <title>My body was like a harp</title>
      <link>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/my-body-was-like-a-harp/</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
      <guid>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/my-body-was-like-a-harp/</guid>
      <description>But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.</description>
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      <title>Natural affection unconverted</title>
      <link>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/natural-affection-unconverted/</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
      <guid>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/natural-affection-unconverted/</guid>
      <description>&amp;lsquo;What you have seen in the Guthries is what natural affection turns to in the end if it will not be converted.&amp;rsquo;</description>
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      <title>Natural love must be buried to rise</title>
      <link>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/natural-love-must-be-buried-to-rise/</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
      <guid>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/natural-love-must-be-buried-to-rise/</guid>
      <description>Every natural love will rise again and live forever in this country: but none will rise again until it has been buried.</description>
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      <title>No need for one another</title>
      <link>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/no-need-for-one-another/</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
      <guid>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/no-need-for-one-another/</guid>
      <description>We shall have no need for one another now: we can begin to love truly.</description>
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      <title>No needs, no community</title>
      <link>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/no-needs-no-community/</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
      <guid>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/no-needs-no-community/</guid>
      <description>What&amp;rsquo;s the trouble about this place? Not that people are quarrelsome&amp;mdash;that&amp;rsquo;s only human nature and was always the same even on Earth. The trouble is that they have no Needs. You get everything you want (not very good quality, of course) by just imagining it. That&amp;rsquo;s why it never costs any trouble to move to another street or build another house. In other words, there&amp;rsquo;s no proper economic basis for any community life.</description>
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      <title>Not incapable of being amused</title>
      <link>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/not-incapable-of-being-amused/</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
      <guid>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/not-incapable-of-being-amused/</guid>
      <description>In his youth, however, though too imbecile for study or for business, he was not incapable of being amused.</description>
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      <title>Not wise to grow too old</title>
      <link>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/not-wise-to-grow-too-old/</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
      <guid>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/not-wise-to-grow-too-old/</guid>
      <description>Sometimes I think it is not wise to grow too old,.. [&amp;hellip;] But I am not aware that we are given a choice in this matter.</description>
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      <title>Nothing can be yours by nature</title>
      <link>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/nothing-can-be-yours-by-nature/</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
      <guid>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/nothing-can-be-yours-by-nature/</guid>
      <description>&amp;lsquo;He will be, Pam. Everything will be yours. God Himself will be yours. But not that way. Nothing can be yours by nature.&amp;rsquo;</description>
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      <title>Only the Greatest can descend into Hell</title>
      <link>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/only-the-greatest-can-descend-into-hell/</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
      <guid>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/only-the-greatest-can-descend-into-hell/</guid>
      <description>&amp;lsquo;Only the Greatest of all can make Himself small enough to enter Hell. For the higher a thing is, the lower it can descend&amp;mdash;a man can sympathise with a horse but a horse cannot sympathize with a rat. Only One has descended into Hell.&amp;rsquo;</description>
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      <title>Painting is not storytelling</title>
      <link>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/painting-is-not-storytelling/</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
      <guid>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/painting-is-not-storytelling/</guid>
      <description>I am going to teach you that painting is not storytelling. If you want to tell stories, become either an illustrator or a writer. If you want to be a painter, you will learn to use line and color and shape and texture to create paintings, not stories.</description>
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      <title>Pity into repulsion</title>
      <link>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/pity-into-repulsion/</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
      <guid>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/pity-into-repulsion/</guid>
      <description>My first emotions had been those of pure melancholy and sincerest pity; but just in proportion as the forlornness of Bartleby grew and grew to my imagination, did that same melancholy merge into fear, that pity into repulsion. So true it is, and so terrible too, that up to a certain point the thought or sight of misery enlists our best affections; but, in certain special cases, beyond that point it does not.</description>
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      <title>Prefer not to be a little reasonable</title>
      <link>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/prefer-not-to-be-a-little-reasonable/</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
      <guid>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/prefer-not-to-be-a-little-reasonable/</guid>
      <description>“At present I would prefer not to be a little reasonable,” was his mildly cadaverous reply.</description>
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      <title>Reality is harsh to the feet of shadows</title>
      <link>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/reality-is-harsh-to-the-feet-of-shadows/</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
      <guid>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/reality-is-harsh-to-the-feet-of-shadows/</guid>
      <description>Reality is harsh to the feet of shadows. But will you come?</description>
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      <title>Ridicule of the great, applause of the learned</title>
      <link>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/ridicule-of-the-great-applause-of-the-learned/</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
      <guid>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/ridicule-of-the-great-applause-of-the-learned/</guid>
      <description>Garish in her dress, eccentric in her habits, chaste in her conduct, coarse in her speech, she succeeded in her lifetime in drawing upon herself the ridicule of the great and the applause of the learned.</description>
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      <title>Seeking Recognition and Appreciation</title>
      <link>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/seeking-recognition-and-appreciation/</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
      <guid>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/seeking-recognition-and-appreciation/</guid>
      <description>He felt quite certain that he was going where, at last, his finely critical spirit would no longer be outraged by an uncongenial environment&amp;mdash;where he would find &amp;lsquo;Recognition&amp;rsquo; and &amp;lsquo;Appreciation.&amp;rsquo;</description>
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      <title>Some rise by sin</title>
      <link>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/some-rise-by-sin/</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
      <guid>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/some-rise-by-sin/</guid>
      <description>Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.</description>
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      <title>Streets shuttled past</title>
      <link>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/streets-shuttled-past/</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
      <guid>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/streets-shuttled-past/</guid>
      <description>They were in town now. Streets, houses, buildings shuttled past.</description>
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      <title>Tasting the golden sun</title>
      <link>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/tasting-the-golden-sun/</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
      <guid>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/tasting-the-golden-sun/</guid>
      <description>I walked the streets and tasted the golden sun that lay across the city.</description>
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      <title>The critic left with only self-conceit</title>
      <link>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/the-critic-left-with-only-self-conceit/</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
      <guid>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/the-critic-left-with-only-self-conceit/</guid>
      <description>But he was at least intelligent: one could get some criticism worth hearing from him, even if he was a failure on the creative side. But now he seems to have nothing left but his self-conceit.</description>
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      <title>The final state cannot be answered</title>
      <link>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/the-final-state-cannot-be-answered/</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
      <guid>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/the-final-state-cannot-be-answered/</guid>
      <description>But if you are trying to leap on into eternity, if ye are trying to see the final state of all things as it will be (for so ye must speak) when there are no more possibilities left but only the Real, then ye ask what cannot be answered to mortal ears.</description>
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      <title>The five-foot 2-inch dynamo</title>
      <link>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/the-five-foot-2-inch-dynamo/</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
      <guid>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/the-five-foot-2-inch-dynamo/</guid>
      <description>The five-foot 2-inch dynamo has piloted her career with dazzling audacity.</description>
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      <title>The frolic architecture of the snow</title>
      <link>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/the-frolic-architecture-of-the-snow/</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
      <guid>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/the-frolic-architecture-of-the-snow/</guid>
      <description>And when his hours are numbered, and the world&#xA;Is all his own, retiring, as he were not,&#xA;Leaves, when the sun appears, astonished Art&#xA;To mimic in slow structures, stone by stone,&#xA;Built in an age, the mad wind’s night-work,&#xA;The frolic architecture of the snow.</description>
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      <title>The gardener&#39;s deal with nature</title>
      <link>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/the-gardener-s-deal-with-nature/</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
      <guid>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/the-gardener-s-deal-with-nature/</guid>
      <description>When we choose to be the gardener, we make a deal with nature: we will abide by certain rules in growing plants, and the plants will accede to our shaping them somewhat to our needs and pleasures. We will supply water, loamy soil, a modicum of nutrients, and moderate temperature, and the impatiens will bloom brightly from May to October.</description>
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      <title>The grumble going on like a machine</title>
      <link>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/the-grumble-going-on-like-a-machine/</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
      <guid>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/the-grumble-going-on-like-a-machine/</guid>
      <description>Then there will be no you left to criticise the mood, nor even to enjoy it, but just the grumble itself going on forever like a machine.</description>
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      <title>The inner door beside the stone</title>
      <link>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/the-inner-door-beside-the-stone/</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
      <guid>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/the-inner-door-beside-the-stone/</guid>
      <description>The inner door, which led to the passage, which in turn led to the storm door, was beside the stone.</description>
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      <title>The last screw came out</title>
      <link>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/the-last-screw-came-out/</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
      <guid>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/the-last-screw-came-out/</guid>
      <description>The last screw came out, the whole lock case slid down, freeing the bolt.</description>
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      <title>The overture to Carmen</title>
      <link>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/the-overture-to-carmen/</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
      <guid>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/the-overture-to-carmen/</guid>
      <description>I still count the little preamble that begins as the houselights go down and the footlights glow and goes on to accompany the slow rise of the curtain on the opening scene of Carmen as the most cunningly contrived passage of descriptive music I have ever heard.</description>
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      <title>The rarity of actual wanting</title>
      <link>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/the-rarity-of-actual-wanting/</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
      <guid>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/the-rarity-of-actual-wanting/</guid>
      <description>You can do anything you want to do. What is rare is this actual wanting to do a specific thing: wanting it so much that you are practically blind to all other things, that nothing else will satisfy you.</description>
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      <title>The Valley of the Shadow of Life</title>
      <link>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/the-valley-of-the-shadow-of-life/</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
      <guid>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/the-valley-of-the-shadow-of-life/</guid>
      <description>&amp;lsquo;It depends on the way ye&amp;rsquo;re using the words. If they leave that grey town behind it will not have been Hell. To any that leaves it, it is Purgatory. And perhaps ye had better not call this country Heaven. Not Deep Heaven, ye understand.&amp;rsquo; (Here he smiled at me.) &amp;lsquo;Ye can call it the Valley of the Shadow of Life. And yet to those who stay here it will have been Heaven from the first.</description>
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      <title>The world will indulge you just so long</title>
      <link>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/the-world-will-indulge-you-just-so-long/</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
      <guid>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/the-world-will-indulge-you-just-so-long/</guid>
      <description>You will have to grow accustomed to it. The world will indulge you just so long, Asher Lev. Then it will stop. You will simply have to grow accustomed to that truth.</description>
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      <title>Thin and clear air</title>
      <link>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/thin-and-clear-air/</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
      <guid>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/thin-and-clear-air/</guid>
      <description>The air was thin and clear, stringent with wood smoke and the tang of fallen apples, sharp with the hint of early frost.</description>
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      <title>Thirst was made for water</title>
      <link>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/thirst-was-made-for-water/</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
      <guid>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/thirst-was-made-for-water/</guid>
      <description>&amp;lsquo;You have gone far wrong. Thirst was made for water; inquiry for truth. What you now call the free play of inquiry has neither more nor less to do with the ends for which intelligence was given you than masturbation has to do with marriage.&amp;rsquo;</description>
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      <title>Thy will be done</title>
      <link>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/thy-will-be-done/</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
      <guid>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/thy-will-be-done/</guid>
      <description>There are only two kinds of people in the end: those who say to God, &amp;ldquo;Thy will be done,&amp;rdquo; and those to whom God says, in the end, &amp;ldquo;Thy will be done.&amp;rdquo;</description>
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      <title>Time as an inverted telescope</title>
      <link>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/time-as-an-inverted-telescope/</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
      <guid>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/time-as-an-inverted-telescope/</guid>
      <description>Time is the very lens through which ye see&amp;mdash;small and clear, as men see through the wrong end of a telescope&amp;mdash;something that would be otherwise too big for ye to see at all. That thing is Freedom: the gift whereby ye most resemble your Maker and are yourselves parts of eternal reality. But ye can see it only through the lens of Time, in a little clear picture, through the inverted telescope.</description>
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      <title>Time weighs most on those who have it least</title>
      <link>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/time-weighs-most-on-those-who-have-it-least/</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
      <guid>https://vegasharmon.com/commonplace/time-weighs-most-on-those-who-have-it-least/</guid>
      <description>Strange thing, time. It weighs most on those who have it least.</description>
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      <title>Too far off to come to the bus stop</title>
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      <description>They&amp;rsquo;re so far off by now that they could never think of coming to the bus stop at all.</description>
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      <title>Trunks cased in crystal</title>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;(&amp;hellip;) Look! the massy trunks&#xA;Are cased in the pure crystal; each light spray,&#xA;Nodding and tinkling in the breath of heaven,&#xA;Is studded with its trembling water-drop,&#xA;That glimmers with an amethystine light.</description>
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      <title>Virginia&#39;s pain at criticism</title>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>And just as the mother feels acutely the slightest criticism of her child, so any criticism of her book even by the most negligible nitwit gave Virginia acute pains.</description>
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      <title>We have never lived anywhere except in Heaven</title>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>And that is why, at the end of all things, when the sun rises here and the twilight turns to blackness down there, the Blessed will say &amp;ldquo;We have never lived anywhere except in Heaven,&amp;rdquo; and the Lost, &amp;ldquo;We were always in Hell.&amp;rdquo; And both will speak truly.</description>
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      <title>Who dotes, yet doubts</title>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>But O, what damned minutes tells he o&amp;rsquo;er&#xA;Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves.</description>
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      <title>Who were they all?</title>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>The room was very full and who were they all?</description>
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      <title>Shadows of the Coming Race</title>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 08 Jul 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>My friend Trost, who is no optimist as to the state of the universe hitherto, but is confident that at some future period within the duration of the solar system, ours will be the best of all possible worlds—a hope which I always honour as a sign of beneficent qualities—my friend Trost always tries to keep up my spirits under the sight of the extremely unpleasant and disfiguring work by which many of our fellow-creatures have to get their bread, with the assurance that “all this will soon be done by machinery.</description>
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