In this land
I have made myself sick with silence
In this land
I have wandered, lost
In this land
I hunkered down to see
What will become of me.
In this land
I held myself tight
So as not to scream.
- But I did scream, so loud
That this land howled back at me
As hideously
As it builds its houses.
In this land
I have been sown
Only my head sticks
Defiant, out of the earth
But one day it too will be mown
Making me, finally
Of this land.

"If I was told not to write a novel, that was better than just failing to write a novel, wasn't it? That way I could get drunk in a few bars and complain to strangers about how I wanted to write a novel but that circumstances just wouldn't let me. I could be a frustrated novelist! Oh yes, I could make drunk strangers in bars take me seriously, and to be honest, wouldn't that be enough? Admittedly this plan contained only a tiny fraction of the kudos of winning the Booker Prize but it involved absolutely none of the work."

"Oh, I know that feeling," agreed Emily. "Last night I mulled over a story for hours and concluded despairingly that I could never write--that it was no use to try--that I couldn't do anything really worth while. I went to bed on that note and drenched my pillow with tears. Woke up at three and couldn't even cry. Tears seemed as foolish as laughter--or ambition. I was quite bankrupt in hope and belief. And then I got up in the chilly grey dawn and began a new story. Don't let a three-o'clock-at-night feeling fog your soul."

"When morning came she asked the alethiometer what the dream meant, but all it said was it was a dream about a head."

"Oh, why, then," said the King, "they thought it wouldn't be any more dangerous or expensive to have a King than a President, and prettier at State shows- ermine, crown, and sceptre, and all that- prettier than frock-coat and spats. So I agreed."

"FUN and FAILURE: Both start out the same way"

Courtesy of The man who fell asleep, this is what the people are saying in his neck of the woods:

1. You are my glue.

2. She never smiles. I don't think she has the muscles.

3. Whatever. There's men with bigger tits than that.

4. I don't believe in destiny... it's a cop-out.

5. We went home but then Vicky noticed she's left her phone in the freezer section.

6. Have some. It's got almonds in it.

7. You've got blossom on your trousers.

8. I got woken up by a cab driver ringing my bell. He got the wrong bloody house and I couldn't get back to sleep.

9. Celtic and Tottenham both have a Lennon and a Keane.

10. Listen. Can you hear that? It's like a drill. Someone is drilling...

I'm not sure what the people are saying closer to home. I listen to music on the train.

"For most countries, serving the UN's objectives has never seemed worth even the smallest of risks. Member nations do not want a large, reputable, strong and independent United Nations, no matter their hypocritical pronouncements otherwise. What they want is a weak, beholden, indebted scapegoat of an organization, which they can blame for their failures or steal victories from."

"We walked out and closed the door behind us. I yearned to be on the other side of the door, the side on which such momentous truths were being uttered. Or I yearned to press my ear to the door so that I could at minimum hear. But I knew that my side was on the outside with the hero. Part of me hated this, and part of me was grateful, because once you hear something, you can never return to the time before you heard it."

So many things to work out. What to write about, how to change the look of it, what to write about, where the little mood indicators are, what to write about, whether I need to up my technical knowledge in order to use this, what to write about, are there FAQs and where are there, what to write about, what to call it, what to write about. See? Issues.

First of all, let's see if this one works....

Oooh found the mood thingy.

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