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This ferry was taken over by the Yumas and operated for them by a man named Callaghan, but within days it was burned and Callaghan's headless body flo...more

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In the end we all come to be cured of our sentiments. Those whom life does not cure death will.

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He can neither read nor write and in him broods already a taste for mindless violence. All history present in that visage, the child the father of the...more

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It is supposed to be true that those who do not know history are condemned to repeat it. I dont believe knowing can save us. What is constant in histo...more

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When I was in school I studied biology. I learned that in making their experiments scientists will take some group--bacteria, mice, people--and subjec...more

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This is an orchestration for an event. For a dance in fact. The participants will be apprised of their roles at the proper time. For now it is enough ...more

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Now driving in a wild frieze of headlong horses with eyes walled and teeth cropped and naked riders with clusters of arrows clenched in their jaws and...more

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There were in the camp a number of Mexican slaves and these ran forth calling out in spanish and were brained or shot and one of the Delawares emerged...more

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They laid up in the shade of a rock shelf until past noon, scratching out a place in the gray lava dust to sleep, and they set forth in the afternoon ...more

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I aint sure we've seen these people before. Their kind. I dont know what to do about em even. If you killed em all they'd have to build a annex on to ...more

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In my father's last letter he said that the world is run by those willing to take the responsibility for the running of it. If it is life that you fee...more

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For this world also which seems to us a thing of stone and flower and blood is not a thing at all but a tale. And all in it is a tale and each tale th...more

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There is but one world and everything that is imaginable is necessary to it. For this world also which seems to us a thing of stone and flower and blo...more

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Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimp...more

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When he woke in the woods in the dark and the cold of the night he'd reach out to touch the child sleeping beside him. Nights dark beyond darkness and...more