“He had never seen the sea. The real sea, the thunder sea that went black at night like a pane of glass. The sea that could summon and the sea that could kill, that could swallow whole cities and turn them into myth. He wanted to go to California.”
--Harlan Ellison, “At the Mouse Circus,” 1971
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Tuesday, January 04, 2011
Friday, July 30, 2010
Because if, maybe
Do you know how long you'll live, how long you'll tell them what filth they are, how long you'll sway here in this cage?
Yes.
But you'll still do it?
Yes.
Why? Do you like being pointless?
It isn't pointless.
Why not, you said it was. Why?
Because if I do it forever, maybe at the end of forever they'll let me die.
--Harlan Ellison, “Silent in Gehenna,” 1971
Yes.
But you'll still do it?
Yes.
Why? Do you like being pointless?
It isn't pointless.
Why not, you said it was. Why?
Because if I do it forever, maybe at the end of forever they'll let me die.
--Harlan Ellison, “Silent in Gehenna,” 1971
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