Another mass shooting, this time at a Maryland newspaper. And the president who calls journalists “the enemy of the people” has offered his “thoughts and prayers” in a tweet. To paraphrase Stephen Dedalus: current events are a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.
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Nancy, October 19, 1950.
“Who are we as a country?”
Michael Leddy
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Νέος ἐφ’ ἡμέρῃ ἥλιος. [The sun is new every day.]
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Nos plus grandes craintes, comme nos plus grandes espérances, ne sont pas au-dessus de nos forces, et nous pouvons finir par dominer les unes et réaliser les autres. [Our worst fears, like our greatest hopes, are not outside our powers, and we can come in the end to triumph over the former and to achieve the latter.]
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Surely, in the light of history, it is more intelligent to hope rather than to fear, to try rather than not to try.
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I don’t really deeply feel that anyone needs an airtight reason for quoting from the works of writers he loves, but it’s always nice, I’ll grant you, if he has one.
J.D. Salinger, Seymour: An Introduction
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His thoughts: "It's about damned time those liars and muckrakers, those false-news propagandists, got their just desserts!" His prayers: "I hope they all die!"
Time to call him what he is, except that at the moment I can't think of words vile or accurate enough to do the job. It sickens my heart every time I hear or read of him spitting those words into the air.
Yes — given what he says in public, I can imagine what he says in private.
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