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Pessimism of the Intellect, Optimism of the Will

Splenetic gushings of imperfect prose, lobbing scented bombs at theatre, literature, Middlesbrough Football Club, the creative process, knee trouble, drinking too much politics and politicians, long-distance running, people on trains, music, war, indolence and anything else that takes my unfancy.

Tuesday, 9 October 2007

Sound familiar?

And just in passing let me add: If anyone’s
Not for me he’s against me and has only
Himself to blame for anything that happens.
Now you may vote.

- Bertolt Brecht, The Resistible Rise of Arturo Ui
Posted by danbye at 16:29

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