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Pack my box with five dozen liquor jugs is a pangrammatic novel: twenty-six chapters of twenty-six sentences, each sentence containing every letter of the alphabet. (Not found at Addall--.)

butterfly disguised as a snake
the sound of rustling leaves or wind in the trees
the legend of these days
how we kept on hoping
in our shuttered houses
maintaining a link
with the lost world of before
heroic our resistance
to the winds of madness
battering
at ev'ry window
telling us it’s too late when it was only
just after the last of the easy choices

"As the third instalment, Exodus, begins, things have not gone quite so far, but W. now teaches only sports science students, humanities having been abolished at his college; and he predicts that all humanities departments in the country will follow. Not because the government has anything against philosophy or the humanities. No, ‘they’re simply going to marketise education, W. says. They’re simply going to turn the university over to the free market, just as they are turning all sectors of the public services over to the free market. They’re going to submit philosophy to the forces of capitalism’ (Exodus 15)."

"how many rubicons has it been now" —@caitlinmoriah.bsky.social

"Now that philosophy is collapsing before our eyes..."