Don't give him any more acid. Thank you.

  • Jul. 20th, 2005 at 12:02 AM
lu: (A little unwell.)
In the last three days I've:

- Gotten really drunk.

- Eaten way too much Halls.

- Started my long (?) period as Rê's hostess.

- Seeing some Sex and the City and Buffy episodes.

- Read more of 1984 (omgsofuckingbrilliant).

- Seeing people at Paulista.

- Went to the movies.

- Eaten Paulista's yakissoba and Pedaço da Pizza's pizza.

Exils (France/Japan, 2004) ** - Had the potency to be a good film; something ruined it. I think I blame the script.

- It'll never work.
- Why not?
- Because I hate you.
- There's only one business where that's no problem at all.
- Roxie Heart and Velma Kelly, Chicago.

You like bowling, don't you, Montag?

If you don't want a man unhappy politically, don't give him two sides to a question to worry him; give him one. Better yet, give him none. If the government is inefficient, topheavy, and tax-mad, better it be all those than that people worry over it. Peace, Montag. Give the people contests they win by remembering the words to more popular songs or the names of state capitals or how much corn Iowa grew last year. Cram them full of noncombustible data, chock them so damned full of 'facts' they feel stuffed, but absolutely 'brilliant' with information. Then they'll feel like they're thinking, they'll get a sense of motion without moving. And they'll be happy, because facts of that sort don't change. Don't give them any slippery stuff like philosophy or sociology to tie things up with. That way lies melancholy.

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