They knew very well why he hadn't: because of the enormity of the knife descending and cutting into living flesh; because of the unbearable blood

Art itself my be defined as a single-minded attempt to render the highest kind of justice to the visible universe.

it has left a neat bomb-shaped hole in the deck, just like a panicky Warner Brothers cartoon character passing at high speed through a planar structure such as a wall or ceiling.

The past was erased, the erasure was forgotten, the lie became the truth.

Written By George Orwell

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