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LW: (title page - epigraph)

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linaket

Published: May 6, 2012

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"Camus said that the only true function of man, born into an absurd world, is to live, be aware of one's life, one's revolt, one's freedom. He said that if the only solution to the human dilemma is death, then we are on the wrong road. The right track is the one that leads to life, to sunlight. One cannot unceasingly suffer from the cold. […] The track he followed led into the sunlight in being that one devoted to making with our frail powers and our absurd material, something which had not existed in life until we made it."- William Faulkner

"Betrayals, even your own, can surprise you. They can make you do things."-Lorrie Moore

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Kyouen

Nov 14, 2012

Be prepared. I like reading, so you'll likely get random comments on pages. (I think that's how da has it laid out?)

I love that you used a Faulkner quote. Seems fitting, for what I think your story is about. It's a wonderful quote. The Moore quote is really awesome too; it really is thought provoking. I'm excited to see how they fit with your story. Anyway, I'm off to read!

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