July 2011
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Diane Arbus on the elation of abandoning hope
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“Once I dreamed I was on a gorgeous ocean liner, all pale, gilded, cupid-encrusted, rococo as a wedding cake. There was smoke in the air, people were drinking and gambling. I knew the ship was on fire and we were sinking, slowly. They knew it too but they were very gay, dancing and singing and kissing, a little delirious. There was no hope. I was terribly elated. I could...
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“If there’s somebody loose around here that wants to cut my throat, I wish...”
– Myrtle Clayre, In Cold Blood
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