Sunday, December 27, 2009

the boy with the parrot

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the occluding moon rolled on; the world was dazzled once more with sense and light and the marvelous vanity of meaning.
"Oh, no, I..." Mr. Panicker began, but then found that he was unable to continue; There are times, as he well knew, when merely having our sorrow guessed at could itself be a kind of rude consolation.
 (chabon, "the final solution")

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