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Jun 10, 2005 18:26

"The atmosphere is at times so electrical that the soul is summoned out of its body and runs amok. Like the rain everything comes in bucketfuls-- or not at all. The whole continent is a huge volcano whose crater is temporarily concealed by a moving panorama which is partly dream, partly fear, partly despair. From Alaska to Yucatan it's the same story. Nature dominates. Nature wins out. Everywhere the same fundamental urge to slay, to ravage, to plunder. Outwardly they seem like a fine, upstanding people-- healthy, optimistic, courageous. Inwardly they are filled with worms. A tiny spark and they blow up."

henry miller, tropic of capricorn
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