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Аноним29 сентября 2012 г.There is me, there are the others. You know, with the LSD, we're finding, the distinction begins to vanish. Egos lose their sharp edges. But I never took the drug, I chose to remain in relative paranoia, where at least I know who I am and who the others are.
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"And part of me must have really wanted to believe
—like a child hearing, in perfect safety, a tale of horror
—that the unconscious would be like any other room, once the light was let in. That the dark shapes would resolve only into toy horses and Biedermeyer furniture. That therapy could tame it after all, bring it into society with no fear of its someday reverting. I wanted to believe, despite everything my life had been. Can you
imagine?"8154 - Аноним29 сентября 2012 г.Читать далее
For here were God knew how many citizens, deliberately choosing not to communicate by U. S. Mail. It was not an act of treason, nor possibly even of defiance. But it was a calculated withdrawal, from the life of the Republic, from its machinery. Whatever else was being denied them out of hate, indifference to the power of their vote, loopholes, simple ignorance, this withdrawal was their own, unpublicized, private. Since they could not have withdrawn into a vacuum (could they?), there had to exist the separate, silent, unsuspected world.
8154 - Аноним29 сентября 2012 г.
She did gather that there were two distinct kinds of this entropy. One having to do with heat-engines, the other to do with communication. The equation for one, back in the '3o's, had looked very like the equation for the other. It was a coincidence.
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"Entropy is a figure of speech, then," sighed Nefastis, "a metaphor. It connects the world of thermo-dynamics to the world of information flow.8150 - Аноним28 сентября 2012 г.
...; a whitewashed bust of Jay Gould that Pierce kept over the bed on a shelf so narrow for it she'd always had the hovering fear it would someday topple on them. Was that how he'd died, she wondered, among dreams, crushed by the only ikon in the house? That only made her laugh, out loud and helpless: You're so sick, Oedipa, she told herself, or the room, which knew.
8155 - Аноним28 сентября 2012 г.
Oedipa stood in the living room, stared at by the greenish dead eye of the TV tube, spoke the name of God, tried to feel as drunk as possible. But this did not work.
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Аноним14 января 2012 г.<...> Коллекция марок - тысячи маленьких разноцветных окон, уводящих в глубины пространства и времени.
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Аноним30 марта 2011 г.– Может, сегодня расскажут что-нибудь про Китай. Мне нравится заниматься этим, когда говорят про Вьетнам, но под Китай дело идет лучше всего. Мы думаем обо всех этих китайцах. Кишащих, размножающихся. Вот оно, изобилие жизни. Так ведь сексуальнее, правда?
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Аноним31 января 2024 г.Пожалуй, следовало бы ощутить классическую ярость отвергнутой девы, но у неё было полно других забот.
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