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Enlightenment, understood in the widest sense as the advance of thought, has always aimed at liberating human beings from fear and installing them as masters. Yet the wholly enlightened earth is radiant with triumphant calamity.
Max Horkheimer and Theodor W. Adorno, Dialectic of Enlightenment

The seventh angel sounded his trumpet, and there were loud voices in heaven, which said:
“The kingdom of the world has become
       the kingdom of our Lord and of his Messiah,
       and he will reign for ever and ever.”
Revelation 11:15, New International Version

Still immersed in Fitzgerald for a paper drawn out long past the end of the semester, and I don’t mind at all. So good.

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A Foul Against Foul Fowl

This was where Stahr had come to earth after that extraordinary illuminating flight where he saw which way we were going, and how we looked doing it, and how much of it mattered. You could say that this was where an accidental wind blew him but I don’t think so. I would rather think that in a “long shot” he saw a new way of measuring our jerky hopes and graceful rogueries and awkward sorrows, and that he came here from choice to be with us to the end.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Love of the Last Tycoon

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Stacks a dozen high.

Washington Square.

‘We’ve met before,’ muttered Gatsby. His eyes glanced momentarily at me, and his lips parted with an abortive attempt at a laugh. Luckily the clock took this moment to tilt dangerously at the pressure of his head, whereupon he turned and caught it with trembling fingers, and set it back in place. Then he sat down, rigidly, his elbow on the arm of the sofa and his chin in his hand…

‘It’s an old clock,’ I told them idiotically.
F. Scott Fizgerald, The Great Gatbsy

Probably one of my favorite things is the Vulture quiz: Jay-Z Lyric or Line from The Great Gatsby?. Language is so great.

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