Archive for the Excerpts category

February 8th, 2006

In Another’s Shoes

Posted in Excerpts by K.

I had not to cast about very long for the motive a man might have in forcing his feet into Manderson’s narrow shoes. More

January 27th, 2006

Lolita

Posted in Excerpts by K.

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.

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January 19th, 2006

Forrest Gump

Posted in Excerpts by K.

But let me tell you this: sometimes at night, when I look up at the stars, an see the whole sky jus laid out there, don’t you think I ain’t rememberin it all. I still got dreams like anybody else, an ever so often, I am thinkin about how things might of been. An then, all of a sudden, I’m forty, fifty, sixty years ole, you know?
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January 12th, 2006

A Mental Patient

Posted in Excerpts by K.

I looked around for his birds,and not seeing them,asked him where they were. He replied, without turning round, that they had all flown away. There were a few feathers about the room and on his pillow a drop of blood. I said nothing, but went and told the keeper to report to me if there were anything odd about him during the day.

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January 11th, 2006

Auguries Of Innocence

Posted in Excerpts, Poems by K.

Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born.
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January 7th, 2006

Playing Pool

Posted in Excerpts by K.

“How you say to a little one ball in the side?”
“I never played that game much.”
“Nothing to it. Just the one ball in the side pocket.”
“Anyhow, you look too good for me.”
“Me? I’m just a punk.”
“Oh well. If it’s just a friendly game.”
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January 5th, 2006

The Function Of Games

Posted in Excerpts by K.

Because there is so little opportunity for intimacy in daily life, and because some forms of intimacy (especially if intense) are psychologically impossible for most people, the bulk of the time in serious social life is taken up with playing games. More

December 26th, 2005

The Meaning of Life

Posted in Excerpts by Neha

“What is the meaning of life?… a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years. The great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark.”

- Virginia Woolf from “To the Lighthouse”

December 24th, 2005

What is a Chemistry Professor?

Posted in Excerpts by duh nston

But why do the fittest survive? Why does any life survive? It’s illogical. It’s self-contradictory that life should survive. If life is strictly a result of the physical and chemical forces of nature then why is life opposed to these same forces in its struggle to survive? Either life is with physical nature or it’s against it. More

December 21st, 2005

Mera Kuchh Samaan

Posted in Excerpts, Hindi, Songs by K.

Mera Kuchh Samaan by Gulzar

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December 20th, 2005

One card from Michael Harvey’s White Papers

Posted in Excerpts by K.

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December 9th, 2005

Mora Gora Ang

Posted in Excerpts, Hindi, Songs by K.

Mora Gora Ang by Gulzar

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November 30th, 2005

Albert Einstein’s Theory of Relativity

Posted in Excerpts by K.

Say you woke up one day and your bed was gone. Your room, too. Gone. It’s all gone. You wake up in an inky void. Not even a star. Okay, yes, it’s a dumb idea, but just go with it. More

November 28th, 2005

The Secret of Happiness

Posted in Excerpts by K.

“A certain shopkeeper sent his son to learn about the secret of happiness from the wisest man in the world. The lad wandered through the desert for forty days, and finally came upon a beautiful castle, high atop a mountain. It was there that the wise man lived.

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November 1st, 2005

One night about the time

Posted in Excerpts by K.

One night about the time that Rebeca was cured of the vice of eating earth and was brought to sleep in the other children’s room, the Indian woman, who slept with them awoke by chance and heard a strange, inter­mittent sound in the corner. She got up in alarm, thinking that an animal had come into the room, and then she saw Rebeca in the rocker, sucking her finger and with her eyes lighted up in the darkness like those of a cat. More