August 30, 2009

You Won't Miss It, Unless You Don't Look Up.

It was all scale-to-fit.

Miniature roads and villages and people and planes. A landscape of the long world.

In some spots, clouds moved over buildings of various heights. Real running water slow-pumped through plasticine tubes like blood and arteries while live traffic made little honks at each other over artificial streets.

It was everything it should be, but small.

And it hung from the ceiling to give her a sense of a god.

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August 22, 2009

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August 19, 2009

Ira, Page 57.

'The highest emotion is not love. It is longing.'

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August 14, 2009

If Cats Go Sly, Page 39.

Adam's task in the Garden had been to invent language.

In that state of innocence, his words had revealed the essences of things. A thing and its name were interchangeable. After the fall, this was no longer true. Names became detached from things. Language had been severed from God.

The story, therefore, records not only the fall of man, but the fall of language.

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If Cats Go Sly, Page 18.

'Tomorrow is the end of thirteen years. That is bad.'

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