“ I can meet that many people on Instagram in an hour.’
‘Exactly. Not healthy! Our brains can’t handle it. Which is why we crave face-to-face communication more than ever. ”
SOME THINGS ARE HARD TO REMEMBER. I’m thinking now of when Stradlater got back from his date with Jane. I mean I can’t remember exactly what I was doing when I heard his goddam stupid footsteps coming down the corridor. I probably was still looking out the window, but I swear I can’t remember. I was so damn worried, that’s why. When I really worry about something, I don’t just fool around. I even have to go to the bathroom when I worry about something. Only, I don’t go. I’m too worried to go. I don’t want to interrupt my worrying to go. If you knew Stradlater, you’d have been worried, too.
"Perhaps the clearest and most certain thing that can be said about postmodernism is that it is a very unclear and very much contested concept. Celebrated by some as a new wave of emancipation from the stifling constraints of modern ideologies that have grown stagnantly conservative and elitist, postmodernism is conversely con- demned for confining us in its own prison-house of conservatism for encouraging an attitude of slackening by its scepticism regarding the notions of progress and originality, by its advocacy of appropriation and recycling, and by its ideology of the end of ideology. But the controversy over postmodernism goes well beyond the question of its value. Its very meaning, scope, and character are so vague, ambiguous, and deeply contested that it has been challenged as a pernicious, illegitimate non concept. Advocates reply that the concept's very vagueness usefully challenges the view that concepts must be clear to be meaningful, fruitful, and important.
How exactly we determine the legitimacy of a concept is a fascinating question in itself. Is conceptual legitimacy a matter of logical coherence, reference to the real, entrenched usage, practical utility? In any case, the concept of postmodernism seems, for the moment, to be adequately vindicated by the profusion of scholarly work that is dedicated to its clarification and elaboration in the various arts and other forms of cultural production since the latter part of the twentieth century."
Is that too much to ask?...
He's eyes narrow, a dark glint flashing in them. "Oh, you really are asking for it, pet. You just don't know when to stop, do you?" Without warning, his hand grips her jaw tightly. "You're mine to discipline, pet. And I intend to show you exactly what happens when you disrespect your superiors." He brings his lips close to hers, their breath mingling. "You will learn to kneel before me, my pet. And you'll soon realize that I am the master of control."
Remember: everyone is a public performer. People never know exactly what you think or feel; they judge you on your appearance.
“These people deserve better than you.”
“I’m exactly what they deserve,” she said. “They don’t want peace, they want revenge. I’m it.”
