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Escaping from Houdini

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“The last moments before damnation are not often so dramatic. Often the man knows with perfect clarity that some still possible action of his own will could yet save him. But he cannot make this knowledge real to himself. Some tiny habitual sensuality, some resentment too trivial to waste on a blue bottle, the indulgence of some fatal lethargy, seems to him at that moment more important than the choice between total joy and total destruction. With eyes wide open, seeing that the endless terror is just about to begin and yet (for the moment) unable to feel terrified, he watches passively, not moving a finger for his own rescue, while the last links with joy and reason are severed, and drowsily sees the trap close upon his soul.”

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“THE ROAD: The road is paved with heavy stone and carved along its tender edge are memories of healing and of rage so wild and free and cruel it took no remorse it threw itself into the flames and rose so high I never thought I’d see another sight so cold with truth. And memories of healing held themselves apart, they wouldn’t stand to see themselves by the light that gives no remorse to anybody other. The road goes on and on it leaves you with no clue of end it leaves as it stretches to the distance and at some point, some random stone I fall into my heavy bones and look upon the tender edges carved with memories of healing and of rage so wild and free and cruel it never turns away the truths that are accepted by no other.”

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