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| Ode to the little notebook |
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the end is nigh, the shore of economic safety is far, everything sucks, everything is done for, putain, merde sod this winter. On the high streets near where I normally stay in London, even more shops have shut down since May, when I was here last. Cheaper, less investment-heavy estab... | Read..
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| The dying animal |
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Sir — In the last few years, there has been a great deal of media publicity about the dwindling num ... |
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| Soft target |
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Sir — The editorial, “Hello darkness” (Dec 7), gives the real picture that lies behind the much-hyp ... |
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It is an indication of the nature of this century’s investment in sanity — and of its attitude to the moon — that the word,... | Read..
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Everybody’s born with some different thing at the core of their existence. And that thing, whatever it is, becomes like a heat source that runs each person from the inside. I have one too, of course. Like everybody else. But sometimes it gets out of hand. It swells or shrinks inside me, and it shakes me up. What I’d really like to do is find a way to communicate that feeling to another person. But I can’t seem to do it. They just don’t get it. — HARUKI MURAKAMI
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