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Gatsby · 04-15-2004, 02:09 AM

I remember riding a bus in the middle of the night during a bitter snowstorm in the early months of 1976. The whole world spoke the same language, using the same words. In order to talk to each other, we have to have words, and that’s all right.

What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing?-it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye. (Jack Kerouac, On The Road). No complaints, I guess, but then there never are in polite company, are there?(Nick Hornby, "High Fidelity")

A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water. (Carl Reiner). On and on we went, the distances between the stations getting progressively longer, the bored teenage boys were not making slurping sounds to one of their girlfriends, a tall pimpled beauty in a Lycra skirt who took out a book and busied herself flipping through the pages, while a babushka waved a fist the size of a beefsteak tomato at the boys and shouted something about their "unsocialist upbringing." (Gary Shteyngart, The Russian Debutante's Handbook).

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04-15-2004, 02:09 AM	#16
Gatsby I used to be a girl Join Date: Mar 2004 Posts: 2,152	I remember riding a bus in the middle of the night during a bitter snowstorm in the early months of 1976. The whole world spoke the same language, using the same words. In order to talk to each other, we have to have words, and that’s all right. What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing?-it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye. (Jack Kerouac, On The Road). No complaints, I guess, but then there never are in polite company, are there?(Nick Hornby, "High Fidelity") A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water. (Carl Reiner). On and on we went, the distances between the stations getting progressively longer, the bored teenage boys were not making slurping sounds to one of their girlfriends, a tall pimpled beauty in a Lycra skirt who took out a book and busied herself flipping through the pages, while a babushka waved a fist the size of a beefsteak tomato at the boys and shouted something about their "unsocialist upbringing." (Gary Shteyngart, The Russian Debutante's Handbook).