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Sentence JournalPosted by Michael Chui, 4/21/04 at 11:47:12 PM.
Colorless green ideas sleep furiously.
--http://home.tiac.net/~cri/1997/chomsky.html
But once we'd left that island in our wake --
no land at all in sight, nothing but sea and sky --
then Zeus the son of Cronus mounted a thunderhead
above our hollow ship and the deep went black beneath it.
--Odysseus, Book 12, 435-8
Brothers a man can trust to fight beside him, true,
no matter what deadly blood-feud rages on.
Would I were young as you, to match my spirit now,
or I were the son of great Odysseus, or the king himself
returned from all his roving -- there's still room for hope!
--Odysseus, Book 16, 109-13
As a master craftsman washes
gold over beaten silver -- a man the god of fire
and Queen Athena trained in every fine technique --
and finishes off his latest effort, handsome work...
--Odysseus, Book 23, 178-81
"Royal son of Laertes, Odysseus, master of exploits,
hold back now! Call a halt to the great leveler, War--
don't court the rage of Zeus who rules the world!"
--Odysseus, Book 24, 595-7
We talk about the swim team we were both on, how lame I was and how
incredible she was, how her name, when spoken over the scratchy
loudspeaker, to the rest of us meant grace and power, how she never
lost a race, how that fueled my long-standing crush, and about the time
her little brother caught me in the club's locker room just after I had
stepped in someone's feces.
--A.H.W.O.S.G. p388
I have closed the loop, only to have it come undone again.
--A.H.W.O.S.G. p394
I knew I would do it, and I know this, I know what I am doing now, that
I am doing something both beautiful but gruesome because I am
destroying its beauty by knowing that it might be beautiful, know that
if I know I am doing something beautiful, that it's no longer beautiful.
--A.H.W.O.S.G. p399
Yah. Someday, you'll be famous, like... what's-his-name?
--Maus I, p133
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