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Rabbit, Run (Rabbit Angstrom, #1)
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Rabbit, Run is a book of running nowhere.
We grow up, we marry, we work, we have children and one day we see that our life became a drab routine and total disappointment. And we wish to return to the days of our youth when everything was new and the world shined. And we revolt and run away� But is there a place to run to?
“His idea grows, that it will be a monster, a monster of his making. The thrust whereby it was conceived becomes confused in his mind with the perverted entry he forced, a few hours ago, into Ruth. Momentarily drained of lust, he stares at the remembered contortions to which it has driven him. His life seems a sequence of grotesque poses assumed to no purpose, a magic dance empty of belief. There is no God; Janice can die: the two thoughts come at once, in one slow wave. He feels underwater, caught in chains of transparent slime, ghosts of the urgent ejaculations he has spat into the mild bodies of women.�
Often when we try to regain the charm of our youth we attempt to revisit our past only to find out that everyone and everything had moved on and the charm of the past is irretrievable. And we just sink deeper in the mire.
We grow up, we marry, we work, we have children and one day we see that our life became a drab routine and total disappointment. And we wish to return to the days of our youth when everything was new and the world shined. And we revolt and run away� But is there a place to run to?
“His idea grows, that it will be a monster, a monster of his making. The thrust whereby it was conceived becomes confused in his mind with the perverted entry he forced, a few hours ago, into Ruth. Momentarily drained of lust, he stares at the remembered contortions to which it has driven him. His life seems a sequence of grotesque poses assumed to no purpose, a magic dance empty of belief. There is no God; Janice can die: the two thoughts come at once, in one slow wave. He feels underwater, caught in chains of transparent slime, ghosts of the urgent ejaculations he has spat into the mild bodies of women.�
Often when we try to regain the charm of our youth we attempt to revisit our past only to find out that everyone and everything had moved on and the charm of the past is irretrievable. And we just sink deeper in the mire.
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April 1, 1982
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April 10, 2013
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Dec 10, 2022 10:51PM
It must be extremely difficult for a young man to go from an incredibly popular, sought after person in high school to a complete nobody once he graduates. I don't think there is any way to prepare for that shock, especially if you had no responsibilities before, to be expected to cook, clean, pay for your own rent, food and gas all on your own. Things you may or may not even know how to do, especially as a young man, if cooking and cleaning was considered "women's work".
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I knew plenty of this kind of failures. Usually they drink themselves to death.
