| I don't understand. I am categorically incapable of making sense of this. |
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| we are nihilists, lebowski. we believe in nothing. |
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| 'Grandfather,' she had said, 'please, let's go. I promise to be quiet, and after this I will never go again.'
'Never again?'
'Not until petit pere comes back'
'Are you afraid to go alone?'
'No, but when I do, Grandmother scolds me, and I don't like that.'
'Why do you always want to go to these meetings?'
'I have to start learning what it means to be a man.'
The Old One had laughed until the tears came, shaking his head at the child. 'But you are not a man!'
'Petit pere says that men and women will be equal some day.'
'And what will you do then, if you are to be the equal of a man?'
'Drive one of the fast trains, just as petit pere does. He says it's the most wonderful trade there is, and I believe him.'
--Sembene Ousmane, God's Bits of Wood
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| the gods may be conspiring to get me back to st. louis. |
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| stay out of my nightmares, stay out of my dreams |
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