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Losing their marbles

December 11, 2018 by David Horton, posted in atheism, Bon mots, History, literature, poetry, politics, science

Heaven save me from

celebrities who seem

quite sane and

rational when young

but who in old age

become religious and

move hard right

politically and seem to

be mulling over joining

the Flat Earth Society

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Hammering on the mind’s door

“I think we are well-advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind’s door at 4 a.m. of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends. We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were.” Joan Didion

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