"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry." ~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms
"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet
Sunday, September 2, 2012
Cafe Atheists...
(Photo: Christopher Fletcher)
“Above all, I used to
force myself to visit regularly the special cafes where our professional
humanitarian free thinkers gathered. My good past record assured me of welcome.
There, without seeming to, I would let fly a forbidden expression: ‘Thank God…’
I would say, or more simply: ‘My God…’ You know what little children our café atheists
are. A moment of amazement would follow that outrageous expression, they would
look at one another dumbfounded then the tumult would burst forth. Some would
flee the café, others would gabble indignantly without listening to anything,
and all would writhe in convulsions like the devil in holy water.”
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