'And the smell of rot fills the country. Burn coffee for fuel in the ships. Burn corn to keep warm, it makes a hot fire. Dump potatoes in the rivers and place guards along the banks to keep the hungry people from fishing them out. Slaughter the pigs and bury them, and let the putrescence drip down into the earth. There is a crime here that goes beyond denunciation. There is a sorrow here that weeping cannot symbolize. There is a failure here that topples all our success. The fertile earth, the straight tree rows, the sturdy trunks, and the ripe fruit. And children dying of pellagra must die because a profit cannot be taken from an orange. And coroners must fill in the certificates died of malnutrition because the food must rot, must be forced to rot'
and Hughlings Jackson is a sweet last name
”artist are tricky fellows, sir, forever reshaping the world according to some design of their own” said strange “ indeed they are not unlike magicians in that…”
I am using pop sugars reading list to pick the books I am listening to this year here is where i am at so far.
a place for me to put random thoughts, ideas, and stuff, mostly a bunch of nonsense about books, art, cartoons, and life.