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May 30.69

for the street book

There is no point in struggling; waiting is enough, since everything in the end will have to turn out into the street. It's the street which counts in the long run. There's no escape. It lies in wait for us. We will have to make up our minds, we will have to pass out into the street, not one or two or a few of us, but everybody.

We hover about on the brink and make a great fuss but it will come to that.

p. 355 Journey to the End of Night by Celine New Directions Paperbook 1960

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July 15, 69

Obscure Destinies by Willa Cather p. 59-60

"In the country, if you had a mean neighbour, you could keep off his land and make him keep off yours. But in the city, all the foulness and misery and brutality of your neighbours was part of your life. The worst things he had come upon in is journey through the world were human. - depraved and poisonous specimens of man. To this day he could recall certain terrible faces in the London streets. There were mean people everywhere. To be sure, even in their own countrytown here, But they weren't tempered, hardened, sharpened, like the treacherous people in cities who live by grinding or cheating or poisoning their fellow men."

from Neighbour Rosicky