“Was not their mistake once more bred of the life of slavery that they had been living?—a life which was always looking upon everything, except mankind, animate and inanimate—‘nature,’ as people used to call it—as one thing, and mankind as another, it was natural to people thinking in this way, that they should try to make ‘nature’ their slave, since they thought ‘nature’ was something outside them” — William Morris

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Queasy Realism

I'm sick and I'm proofreading. And Realist Magic is written in this cycling, iterative style. And what is say is quite quite weird. I'm feeling ill!

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