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"She'll wish to talk with them, but she won't because any interest from her would be sure to be misunderstood. Her body as usual would get in the way of free speech."

Margaret Atwood, "The Blind Assassin"

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November 14, 2025 at 12:46 PM
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“But in life, a tragedy is not one long scream. It includes everything that led up to it.”

— Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

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March 7, 2025 at 5:31 PM
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Reading ‘The Blind Assassin’ by Margaret Atwood.

It’s an amazing book, though hard to succinctly describe.

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February 26, 2025 at 5:57 AM
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Choose 20 books that have stayed with you or influenced you. One book per day for 20 days, in no particular order. No explanations, no reviews, just covers. Day 4...
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December 10, 2024 at 12:28 AM
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"Having experienced both, I am not sure which is worse: intense feeling or the absence of it."

~Atwood

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November 17, 2024 at 6:51 AM
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From “The Blind Assassin” by Margaret Atwood

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But not here; not in this gentle, tedious backwater; not in Port Ticonderoga, despite a druggie or two in the parks, despite the occasional break-in, despite the occasional body found floating around in the eddies. We hunker down here, drinking our bedtime drinks, nibbling our bedtime snacks, peering at the world as if through a secret window, and when we've had enough of it we turn it off. So much for the twentieth century, we say, as we make our way upstairs. But there's a far-off roaring, like a tidal wave racing inshore. Here comes the twenty-first century, sweeping overhead like a spaceship filled with ruthless lizard-eyed aliens or a metal pterodactyl. Sooner or later it will sniff us out, it will tear the roofs off our flimsy little burrows with its iron claws, and then we will be just as naked and shivering and starving and diseased and hopeless as the rest. Excuse this digression. At my age you indulge in these apocalyptic visions. You say, The end of the world is at hand. You
July 8, 2024 at 2:42 PM