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“That, I believe, is called shallowness,” hissed Andrew.  “And it is widely worshipped.”

Brock Keefle,  Truthful Tom.

Anna just assumed that she sounded collected and reasonable.  But it was whining, pure and simple.

Sebastian Sleeve,  The Random Walk and Other Tales.

Tavinger found himself wishing for “better enemies”.

Christina Rubb,  The Awful Puzzle.

603.  How do we prevent the future?

Otis Oswald,  900 Delphic Questions.

…the quest—very much alive in the nineteenth century—for a primeval language.  For the source of all subsequent tongues, with all their ineptitude and smudges and imperfections.  The desire for one pure language….

Hildegard Spengler,  Asymptotic Processes in History.

When the concept of relativism enters a culture, standards seem to disappear.  There is an almost physical incompatibility.

Tyrone Sommer,  Circling the Drain.

Today, irony is the only course open to us.  It is not a choice, or even a predilection.  It is the burden.

Aaron Flynders,  A Theory of Everything.

337.  The “postmodernism” of the 1980s demarcates a point at which it was clear—even to many artists—that “modernism” had exhausted itself.

Paxton W. Pierce,  Six-Hundred Brief Comments on Twentieth Century Art.

“Just keep moving, Thomas.  Any movement will do.”  This was Sunderland’s advice, although he steadfastly refused to elaborate on what he meant by it.

Rubina Malcolm,  The Black Box.

Can’t there be emotional hedonists, along with the material kind?  Those who live for what makes them feel good “inside”?

Roderick Hewes,  Introduction to the World of Light.