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  • C shared from No Lease on Life by Lynne Tillman
    Yelping boys from the Boys Club were being rounded up and put on buses to summer camp to keep them from becoming murderers.
    Note: City views
  • C shared from Travels with Myself and Another: A Memoir by Martha Gellhorn
    all.” Air travel was not always disgusting. Those big PanAm flying boats were marvellous. We flew all day in roomy comfort, eating and drinking like pigs, visiting the Captain, listening to our fellow travellers, dozing, reading, and in the late afternoon the plane landed on the water at an island. The passengers had time for a swim, a shower, dinner, and slept in beds. Since that was air travel at its best, it has naturally disappeared.
  • C shared from A Field Guide to Getting Lost by Rebecca Solnit
    “Not to find one’s way in a city may well be uninteresting and banal. It requires ignorance—nothing more,” says the twentieth-century philosopher-essayist Walter Benjamin. “But to lose oneself in a city—as one loses oneself in a forest—that calls for quite a different schooling.” To lose yourself: a voluptuous surrender, lost in your arms, lost to the world, utterly immersed in what is present so that its surroundings fade away.
    Note: On unfinding. Waylosing.
  • C shared from Train Dreams: A Novella by Denis Johnson
    Cut off from anything else that might trouble them, the gang, numbering sometimes more than forty and never fewer than thirty-five men, fought the forest from sunrise until suppertime, felling and bucking the giant spruce into pieces of a barely manageable size, accomplishing labors, Grainier sometimes thought, tantamount to the pyramids, changing the face of the mountainsides, talking little, shouting their communications, living with the sticky feel of pitch in their beards, sweat washing the dust off their long johns and caking it in the creases of their necks and joints, the odor of pitch...
    Note: A helluva sentence.
  • C shared from The Information: A History, a Theory, a Flood by James Gleick
    To employ the telephone, one just talked. A child could use it.
    Note: like going from pcs to ipads