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In a chilling moment between Capote and Lee, he reveals his belief that he and Perry are of the same stock
The cult of the individual and the failure of culture leave humanity ungrounded, self seeking, without concern for future generations.
We've been in the tunnel long enough that the light from the entrance has been reduced to a small speck.
I was alone this weekend. Doesn't happen much and I like it less than I once did. Periodic isolation is, I think, a requirement for me as it allows me to re-center. The problem, of course, is as long as I'm strictly in my head without the balance of another soul, I could just as easily be off-center.
In Los Angeles as a rebellious teenager I switched back and forth between the moon landing and Roller Derby.
The stark and desperate beauty of nineteenth-century London is as much a character as Fagin.
Brilliant acting in even brighter script about the dark and cowering terror that seems to haunt the math genius gene.
Here's what I'm putting off I guess. I'm scared. ...Updates...
He gave me a look I'm sure he reserved for street people asking for change.
The Dali Lama gets it; does anyone else?
