American Roulette

'We are living in a state of moral truce, armed to the teeth with ideas.’

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Who Is To Foretell The Flight Of A Word?

There is no stability in this world. Who is to say what meaning there is in anything? Who is to foretell the flight of a word? It is a balloon that sails over treetops. To speak of knowledge is futile. All is experiment and adventure. We are forever mixing ourselves with unknown quantities. What is to come? I know not.

—Virginia Woolf, The Waves

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