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This is a personal project by @dellsystem. I built this to help me retain information from the books I'm reading.

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the entire planet is a huge suburb of Dallas project/panopticon

The TV hurls out images that reproduce the system and voices that echo it, and there is no spot on earth it does not reach. The entire planet is a huge suburb of Dallas. We eat imported emotions as if they were canned sausages while the young children of television, trained to watch life instead of…

—p.154 The Book of Embraces by Eduardo Galeano
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the entire planet is a huge suburb of Dallas project/panopticon

The TV hurls out images that reproduce the system and voices that echo it, and there is no spot on earth it does not reach. The entire planet is a huge suburb of Dallas. We eat imported emotions as if they were canned sausages while the young children of television, trained to watch life instead of…

—p.154 by Eduardo Galeano
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the Peruvian Amazon Company

The Peruvian Amazon Company hunted them down like beasts. The slave labor of the Huitoto supplied the world market with rubber. When the company caught an Indian who had fled the plantations, he was wrapped in a Peruvian flag soaked in kerosene, and burned alive.

—p.142 by Eduardo Galeano
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another world different from this one

Certain voices from the American past, long past, sound very futuristic. For example, the ancient voice that still tells us we are children of the earth and that our mother is not for sale or for hire. While dead birds rain on Mexico City and rivers are turned into sewers, oceans into dumps and for…

—p.135 by Eduardo Galeano
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Christ alone is not enough

In the middle of the Rio de Janeiro night, the Hunchbacked Christ stands, luminous and generous, with outstretched arms. The grandchildren of slaves find refuge beneath those arms.

A barefoot woman looks up at Christ from far below and, pointing at the shining light, says with great sadness:

—p.80 by Eduardo Galeano