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| Author: | Jackie |
| E-mail: | not available |
| Date: | 9/13/2007 7:26:29 AM |
| Subject: | Re: Quote of the day - Septermber 13 |
| Message: | Craig,Reading your quote made me think of something I recently posted on myspace. An Excerpt from "Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close" by Jonathan Safran Foer......... How could such a lonely person have been living so close to me my whole life? If I had known, I would have gone up to keep him company. Or I would have made some jewelry for him. Or told him hilarious jokes. Or given him a private tambourine concert. It made me start to wonder if there were other people so lonely so close. I thought about "Eleanor Rigby." It`s true, where do they all come from? And where do they all belong? What if the water that came out of the shower was treated with a chemical that responded to a combination of things, like your heartbeat, and your body temperature, and your brain waves, so that your skin changed color according to your mood? If you were extremely excited your skin would turn green, and if you were angry you`d turn red, obviously, and if you felt like shiitake you`d turn brown, and if you were blue you`d turn blue. Everyone could know what everyone else felt, and we could all be more careful with each other, because you`d never want to tell a person whose skin was purple that you`re angry at her for being late, just like you would want to pat a pink person on the back and tell him, "Congratulations!" Another reason it would be a good invention is that there are so many times when you know you`re feeling a lot of something, but you don`t know what the something is. Am I frustrated? Am I actually just panicky? And that confusion changes your mood, it becomes your mood, and you become a confused, gray person. But with the special water, you could look at your orange hands and think, I`m happy! That whole time I was actually happy! What a relief! Mr Black said, "I once went to report on a village in Russia, a community of artists who were forced to flee the cities! I`d heard that paintings hung everywhere! I heard you couldn`t see through all the paintings! They`d painted the ceilings, the plates, the windows, the lampshades! Was it an act of rebellion! An act of expression! Were the paintings good, or was that beside the point! I needed to see it for myself, and I needed to tell the world about it! I used to live for reporting like that! Stalin found out about the community and sent his thugs in, just a few days before I got there, to break all of their arms! That was worse than killing them! It was a horrible sight, Oskar: their arms in crude splints, straight in front of them like zombies! They couldn`t feed themselves, because they couldn`t get their hands to their mouths! So you know what they did!" "They starved?" "They fed each other! That`s the difference between heaven and hell! In hell we starve! In heaven we feed each other!" "I don`t believe in the afterlife." "Neither do I, but I believe in the story!" |
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| Quote of the day - Septermber 13 by Craig at 9/13/2007 3:44:06 AM |
 Re: Quote of the day - Septermber 13 by Jackie at 9/13/2007 7:26:29 AM |
 Re: Quote of the day - Septermber 13 by Jackie at 9/13/2007 7:27:51 AM |
| Re: Quote of the day - Septermber 13 by Doug at 9/13/2007 10:30:44 AM |
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