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the triple helix archive/dissertation

[...] three processes running in parallel and mutually interlocked (a ‘triple helix’, if you like): the sequence of economic crises of inflation, public debt and private debt (today followed by dramatically expanding balance sheets of central banks, and a corresponding expansion of the money supply…

—p.x Buying Time: The Delayed Crisis of Democratic Capitalism Preface to the Second Edition (vii) by Wolfgang Streeck
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the starting point of a new crisis

In Buying Time, I treat the global financial and fiscal crisis of 2008 not as a freestanding individual event, but as a part of, and tentatively also a stage in, a historical sequence. I distinguish three phases: the inflation of the 1970s, the beginning of public indebtedness in the following de…

—p.viii Preface to the Second Edition (vii) by Wolfgang Streeck
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it didn't make the fear go away

[...] He would mentally repeat this to himself over and over. Franklin Roosevelt was right, but it didn't help--knowing it was the fear that was the problem was just a fact; it didn't make the fear go away. In fact, he started to think that thinking of the speech's line so much just made him all th…

—p.97 The Pale King §13 (93) by David Foster Wallace
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the fear of it could bring it on inspo/revelation

For there were, by this time, degrees and gradations of public sweating, from a light varnish all the way up to a shattering, uncontrollable, and totally visible and creepy sweat. The worst thing was that one degree could lead to the next if he worried about it too much, if he was too afraid that a…

—p.95 §13 (93) by David Foster Wallace
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he can never get sufficient return on archive/silicon-jest

[...] the expression in Cheryl Ann's eyes, which without ever once again thinking about it Tom Bondurant has never forgotten, was one of blank terminal sadness, not so much that of a pheasant in a dog's jaws as of a person who's about to transfer something he knows in advance he can never get suffi…

—p.52 §7 (46) by David Foster Wallace