Wittgenstein's Mistrust

A memoir.

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Hence we are not raindrops, soon dried by the wind; we make gardens blow and forests roar;

Virginia Woolf, The Waves

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"I burn, I shiver... out of this sun, into this shadow."

Virginia Woolf, The Waves

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In the room the women come and go Talking of Michelangelo.

T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

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My atoms, moreover, are arranged to make me constitutionally inclined to believe that where there’s smoke there’s usually strawberry Jello, seldom fire.

J.D. Salinger, Seymour: an Introduction

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a well-read woman in a disorderly way

Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago

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Nautilus Island's hermit heiress still lives through winter in her Spartan cottage;

Robert Lowell, Skunk Hour