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For what could not a woman do when she was married, if she knew how to assert herself? Here all was constructive imagination. Gwendolen had about as accurate a conception of marriage—that is to say, of the mutual influences, demands, duties of man and woman in the state of matrimony—as she had of magnetic currents and the law of storms.

Okay, as Vince said over his Vanilla Coke (after Mia returns from the Powder Room), yes, I think I have something to say.

But first a lil background music:

There are several texts from this journey from the common lands to the ends of middle-earth, from the collective to the regions of the psyche barely in touch with humanity which have long traveled with me--to...
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But for a whole week he took no measures toward starting, and did not even inquire where Miss Harleth was gone. Mr. Lush felt a triumph that was mingled with much distrust; for Grandcourt had said no word to him about her, and looked as neutral as an alligator; there was no telling what might turn up in the slowly-churning chances of his mind.

We...
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Let me start with this version.. there are so many, but I think that this is one of the two really great versions of an old blues classic! Of course the Holy Modal Rounders were from NYC in te 60s and as batshit crazy as they come. Youtube has a lot of their stuff; it's pretty memorable, if not always musical...

I guess this blog...
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This song started out with Bonnie Dobson who wrote it and recorded it some years later... but the person I first heard doing it *back in the day* was Fred Neil:

but that quickly got picked up by Jeff Beck:

and like ten minutes later this happened:

please play at least one of these... I heard the first and third live.

The thought I'm having...
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although I seldom care for or respect Mr. Nietzche in his rants and puerile raves, even the pouting adolescent can sometimes speak the truth:

"To have bound up this New Testament (a kind of ROCOCO of taste in every respect) along with the Old Testament into one book, as the "Bible," as "The Book in Itself," is perhaps the greatest audacity and "sin against the...
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A Spiritual Journey

And the world cannot be discovered by a journey of miles,

no matter how long,

but only by a spiritual journey,

a journey of one inch,

very arduous and humbling and joyful,

by which we arrive at the ground at our feet,

and learn to be at home.

~ Wendell Berry ~

(Collected Poems)

Petya ought to have known that he was in a forest with Denisov's guerrilla band, less than a mile from the road, sitting on a wagon captured from the French beside which horses were tethered, that under it Likhachev was sitting sharpening a saber for him, that the big dark blotch to the right was the watchman's hut, and the red blotch below to the...
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