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“He lingered in the periphery of her vision, studying her as she shaped a tall vessel. Her fingers had an enchantment to them as they formed the clay into curvaceous lines. Like Bezalel, the craftsman endowed by the Spirit of God with skill to furnish the Temple in Israel, she seemed blessed by something beyond human talent, something from God. An innate gift to create beauty from the very dust of the earth.”

“We both used force against the clay. We both raised it only to knock it down. But the force I used broke it, whereas you only made it pliable and centered so it could be shaped. I weakened the clay, and you strengthened it. I diminished it, and you held it together." She shrugged, not understanding the intensity of his gaze as he studied the shapeless mound on the wheel. "I am an experienced potter." The wheel had long since come to a stop. Dust motes danced above it in the fat rays of sunshine that streaked through the window. "It makes me think of God," he said into the silence. "The wheel?" She grasped the allusion. "Jeremiah's potter, you mean?" He smiled. "Yes. Jeremiah's potter: 'Behold, like the clay in the potter's hand, so are you in my hand.' "Except that for years, when I saw God as the potter, I saw someone with my hands at the wheel instead of yours. Someone with too much force, who weakens us and breaks us down. Someone who destroys us. But looking at you just now, I was reminded that you can also be knocked down for good.”

“Despite the massive intellectual feat that Marx's Capital represents, the Marxian contribution to economics can be readily summarized as virtually zero. Professional economics as it exists today reflects no indication that Karl Marx ever existed. This neither denies nor denigrates Capital as an intellectual achievement, and perhaps in its way the culmination of classical economics. But the development of modern economics had simply ignored Marx. Even economists who are Marxists typically utilize a set of analytical tools to which Marx contributed nothing, and have recourse to Marx only for ideological, political, or historical purposes. In professional economics, Capital was a detour into a blind alley, however historic it may be as the centerpiece of a worldwide political movement. What is said and done in its name is said and done largely by people who have never read through it, much less followed its labyrinthine reasoning from its arbitrary postulates to its empirically false conclusions. Instead, the massive volumes of Capital have become a quasi-magic touchstone—a source of assurance that somewhere and somehow a genius "proved" capitalism to be wrong and doomed, even if the specifics of this proof are unknown to those who take their certitude from it.”

“The Marxist constituency has remained as narrow as the conception behind it. The Communist Manifesto, written by two bright and articulate young men without responsibility even for their own livelihoods—much less for the social consequences of their vision—has had a special appeal for successive generations of the same kinds of people. The offspring of privilege have dominated the leadership of Marxist movements from the days of Marx and Engels through Lenin, Mao, Castro, Ho Chi Minh, and their lesser counterparts around the world and down through history. The sheer reiteration of the "working class" theme in Marxism has drowned out this plain fact.”

“Je ne comprends pas que l'on puisse ne pas fumer. C'est se priver de toute façon de la meilleure part de l'existence et en tout cas d'un plaisir tout à fait éminent. Lorsque je m'éveille, je me réjouis déjà de pouvoir fumer pendant la journée, et pendant que je mange, j'ai la même pensée, oui, je peux dire qu'en somme je mange seulement pour pouvoir ensuite fumer, et je crois que j'exagère à peine. Mais un jour sans tabac, ce serait pour moi le comble de la fadeur, ce serait une journée absolument vide et insipide, et si, le matin, je devais me dire : "aujourd'hui je n'aurai rien à fumer", je crois que je n'aurais pas le courage de me lever, je te jure que je resterais couché. [...] Dieu merci ! on fume dans le monde entier ; ce plaisir, autant que je sache, n'est inconnu nulle part où l'on pourrait être jeté par les hasards de la vie. Même les explorateurs qui partent pour le pôle nord se pourvoient largement de provisions de tabac pour la durée de leurs pénibles étapes, et j'ai toujours trouvé cela sympathique lorsque je l'ai lu. Car on peut aller très mal - supposons par exemple que je sois dans un état lamentable -, aussi longtemps que j'aurai mon cigare, je le supporterai, je le sais bien ; il m'aiderait à tout surmonter.”