You know he’s neck-deep in work when he busts out the quotes

“The seed of our destruction will blossom in the desert, the alexin of our cure grows by a mountain rock, and our lives are haunted by a Georgia slattern because a London cut-purse went unhung. Through Chance, we are each a ghost to all the others, and our only reality; through Chance, the huge hinge of the world, and a grain of dust; the stone that starts an avalanche, the pebble whose concentric circles widen across the seas.”  (Thomas Wolfe, Look Homeward, Angel)


  1. JB

    I have misplaced my copy of “Theology for Dummies.” Can someone please explain this to me? What little insight I may have says that God’s plan is nowhere in this quotation. Say it ain’t so.


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