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@narbuka
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Ekim 2025 tarihinde katıldı
I spent all my time in the library, reading the Jacobean dramatists. Webster and Middleton, Tourneur and Ford. (...) The Jacobeans had a sure grasp of catastrophe. They understood not only evil, it seemed, but the extravagance of tricks with which evil presents itself as good. I felt they cut right to the heart of the matter, to the essential rottenness of the world.
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Maybe he'd divined in me - correctly - this cowardice, this hideous pack instinct which would enable me to fall into step without question.
Some things are too terrible to grasp at once. Other things - naked, sputtering, indelible in their horror - are too terrible to really ever grasp at all.
Somewhere a shutter creaked. Above my head, in the wicked black claws of an elm, a marooned kite rattled convulsively, then was still. This is Kansas, I thought. This is Kansas before the cyclone hits.
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