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3 years, 9 months ago

an appraisal of their role as workers

Proportionately, more Black women have always worked outside their homes than have their white sisters. The enormous space that work occupies in Black women’s lives today follows a pattern established during the very earliest days of slavery. As slaves, compulsory labor overshadowed every other asp…

—p.5 Women, Race & Class THE LEGACY OF SLAVERY: STANDARDS FOR A NEW WOMANHOOD (3) by Angela Y. Davis
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3 years, 10 months ago

unique in the literature

Coming in the door, first thing Bodine notices is this string quartet that's playing tonight. The second violin happens to be Gustav Schlabone, Säure Bummer's frequent unwelcome doping partner, "Captain Horror," as he is affectionately but not inaccurately known around Der Platz—and playing viola i…

—p.725 Gravity's Rainbow by Thomas Pynchon
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the sunlit faces of clouds

Thanatz was really asking: when mortal faces go by, sure, self-consistent and never seeing me, are they real? Are they souls, really? or only attractive sculpture, the sunlit faces of clouds?

And: "How can I love them?"

—p.685 by Thomas Pynchon
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3 years, 10 months ago

you will want cause and effect inspo/funny

You will want cause and effect. All right. Thanatz was washed overboard in the same storm that took Slothrop from the Anubis. He was rescued by a Polish undertaker in a rowboat, out in the storm tonight to see if he can get struck by lightning. The undertaker is wearing, in hopes it will draw elect…

—p.676 by Thomas Pynchon
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the condition she needed for being with Roger

The sad fact, lacerating his heart, laying open his emptiness, is that Jessica believes Them. "The War" was the condition she needed for being with Roger. "Peace" allows her to leave him. His resources, next to Theirs, are too meager. He has no words, no technically splendid embrace, no screaming f…

—p.640 by Thomas Pynchon