[...] What's so terrifying about the narrator's nightmares of adult life, over and above the supernatural horrors of The Exorcist, consists in the grim fact that there can be no maternal reassurance that there exists "nothing like what you just dreamed in the real world" (106).
on Smithy
[...] What's so terrifying about the narrator's nightmares of adult life, over and above the supernatural horrors of The Exorcist, consists in the grim fact that there can be no maternal reassurance that there exists "nothing like what you just dreamed in the real world" (106).
on Smithy
journalism can lead to a moment of real human connection between the reader and a world that they would not otherwise know
quoted from Robert Boynton's The New New Journalism
journalism can lead to a moment of real human connection between the reader and a world that they would not otherwise know
quoted from Robert Boynton's The New New Journalism
X works for General Motors. All day long he performs a single repetitive task. The things he helps to make are not under his control. And yet he feels good. He is proud of the bustling capitalist economy; he may even be convinced that the capability to perform simple repetitive tasks is the only capability he possesses, that he could not handle a larger demand. Does his inner sense of worth count as genuine self-respect, and is GM therefore a successful distributor, in his case, of that primary good?
comparing a passage from Octet to this passage from a philosophical piece by Nussbaum ("Shame, Separateness, and Political Unity")
X works for General Motors. All day long he performs a single repetitive task. The things he helps to make are not under his control. And yet he feels good. He is proud of the bustling capitalist economy; he may even be convinced that the capability to perform simple repetitive tasks is the only capability he possesses, that he could not handle a larger demand. Does his inner sense of worth count as genuine self-respect, and is GM therefore a successful distributor, in his case, of that primary good?
comparing a passage from Octet to this passage from a philosophical piece by Nussbaum ("Shame, Separateness, and Political Unity")