Nathanael West - Miss Lonelyhearts (1933)

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Her sureness was based on the power to limit experience arbitrarily.

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He smoked a cigarette, standing in the dark and listening to her undress. She made sea sounds; something flapped like a sail; there was the creak of ropes; then he heard the wave-against-a-wharf smack of rubber on flesh. Her call for him to hurry was a sea-moan, and when he lay beside her, she heaved, tidal, moon-driven.

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Only those who still have hope can benefit from tears. When they finish, they feel better. But to those without hope, whose anguish is basic and permanent, no good comes from crying. Nothing changes for them. They usually know this, but still can't help crying.

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Every child, everywhere; in the whole world there was not one child who was not gravely, sweetly dancing.

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The Miss Lonelyhearts are the priests of twentieth-century America.

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He thought of how calm he was. His calm was so perfect that he could not destroy it even by being conscious of it.

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Betty took him for a walk in the zoo and he was amused by her evident belief in the curative power of animals. She seemed to think that it must steady him to look at a buffalo.

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Prayers for the condemned man will be offered on an adding machine. Numbers constitute the only universal language.

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He felt as though his heart were a bomb, a complicated bomb that would result in a simple explosion, wrecking the world without rocking it.

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Are you in trouble?—Do-you-need-advice? — Write-to-Miss-Lonelyhearts-and-she-will-help-you.

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Art Is a Way Out. Do not let life overwhelm you. When the old paths are choked with the débris of failure, look for newer and fresher paths. Art is just such a path. Art is distilled from suffering.

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Like a dead man, only friction could make him warm or violence make him mobile.

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At college, and perhaps for a year afterwards, they had believed in literature, had believed in Beauty and in personal expression as an absolute end. When they lost this belief, they lost everything.

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