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She didn’t know at first what it was for, but it was definitely for something. Later, she found out what. If you were going to go out into the world, it was necessary first to understand it.

— James Robertson, And the Land Lay Still

There’s a cruel kind of poetry to the market. The big wheel spins and gyrates and makes firecracker noises, going faster and faster and throwing off anybody who can’t hold on. The market is rejecting me but I’m not blind to the cruel poetry in it. The market is phenomenal, bright as a hundred cities, turning and turning, and there are little figures everywhere trying to hold on with one hand but they’re getting thrown off into the surrounding night, the silence, the emptiness, the darkness, the basin, the crater, the pit.

— Don DeLillo, Great Jones Street

Nationalism without Socialism - without a reorganisation of society on the basis of a broader and more developed form of that common property which underlay the social structure of Ancient Erin - is only national recreancy.

— James Connolly, Socialism and Nationalism

And I am not alone
while my love is near And I know it will be so
until it's time to go So count the storms of winter
and then the birds in spring again I have no fear of time

-- Fairport Convention, Who Knows Where the Time Goes?

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She has that razor sadness that only gets worse
With the clang and the thunder of the Southern Pacific going by
And the clock ticks out like a dripping faucet
til you’re full of rag water and bitters and blue ruin
And you spill out over the side to anyone who will listen…

— Tom Waits, 9th & Hennepin

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