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FUCK ALL THAT "HAPPY TO BE HERE" SHIT THAT Y'ALL WANT ME ON I'M THE BIG HOMIE, THEY STILL BE TRYNA LIL BRO ME, DOG LIKE I SHOULD FALL IN LINE, LIKE I SHOULD ALERT NIGGAS WHEN I'M 'BOUT TO DROP SOMETHING CRAZY AND I SAY I'M THE GREATEST OF MY GENERATION, LIKE I SHOULD BE DRESSING DIFFERENT LIKE I SHOULD BE LESS AGGRESSIVE AND PESSIMISTIC LIKE I SHOULD BE WAY MORE NERVOUS AND LESS DISMISSIVE LIKE I SHOULD BE ON MY BEST BEHAVIOR AND NOT TALK MY SHIT AND DO IT MAJOR LIKE THE NIGGAS WHO PAVED THE WAY FOR US LIKE I DIDN'T STUDY THE GAME TO THE LETTER AND UNDERSTAND THAT I'M NOT DOING IT THE SAME, MAN, I'M DOING IT BETTER LIKE I DIDN'T MAKE THAT CLEARER THIS YEAR LIKE I SHOULD FEEL, I DON'T KNOW, GUILTY FOR SAYING THAT THEY SHOULD PUT A COUPLE MORE MIRRORS IN HERE SO I CAN STARE AT MYSELF THESE ARE USUALLY JUST SOME THOUGHTS THAT I WOULD SHARE WITH MYSELF BUT I THOUGHT "FUCK IT" IT'S WORTH IT TO SHARE 'EM WITH SOMEONE ELSE OTHER THAN PARIS FOR ONCE I TEXT HER FROM TIME TO TIME, SHE A MOM NOW I GUESS SOMETIMES LIFE FORCES US TO CALM DOWN I TOLD HER SHE COULD LIVE WITH ME IF SHE NEED TO I GOT A COMPOUND BUT I THINK SHE'S STRAIGHT CAUSE SHE SUPPORTED SINCE HOT BEATS RIGHT BEFORE WAYNE CAME AND GOT ME OUT OF THE BACKROOM WHERE I WAS RAPPING WITH JAS OVER BEATS I SHOULDN'T HAVE IN THE HOPES FOR THE GLORY HE WALKED RIGHT PAST IN THE HALLWAY 3 MONTHS LATER I'M HIS ARTIST HE PROBABLY WOULDN'T REMEMBER THAT STORY BUT THAT SHIT STICK WITH ME ALWAYS COULDN'T BELIEVE WHEN HE CALLED ME YOU NEVER KNOW, IT COULD HAPPEN TO YOU AND I JUST SPENT FOUR FERRARIS ALL ON A BRAND NEW BUGATTI AND DID THAT SHIT CAUSE IT'S SOMETHING TO DO, YEAH I GUESS ITS JUST WHO I BECAME DOG NOTHING WAS THE SAME, DOG

Drake
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Claptrap last week, ' Lady D announced. 'I think the priest is getting old.' Gareth opened his mouth, but before he could say a word, his grandmother's cane swung around in a remarkably steady horizontal arc. 'Don't, ' she warned, 'make a comment beginning with the words, 'Coming from you... '' 'I wouldn't dream of it, ' he demurred. 'Of course you would, ' she stated. 'You wouldn't be my grandson if you wouldn't.' She turned to Hyacinth. 'Don't you agree?' To her credit, Hyacinth folded her hands in her lap and said, 'Surely there is no right answer to that question.' 'Smart girl, ' Lady D said approvingly. 'I learn from the master.' Lady Danbury beamed. 'Insolence aside, ' she continued determinedly, gesturing toward Gareth as if he were some sort of zoological specimen, 'he really is an exceptional grandson. Couldn't have asked for more.' Gareth watched with amusement as Hyacinth murmured something that was meant to convey her agreement without actually doing so. 'Of course, ' Grandmother Danbury added with a dismissive wave of her hand, 'he hasn't much in the way of competition. The rest of them have only three brains to share among them.' Not the most ringing of endorsements, considering that she had twelve living grandchildren. 'I've heard some animals eat their young, ' Gareth murmured, to no one in particular. Hyacinth wrinkled her nose, as she always did when she was thinking hard. It wasn't a terribly attractive expression, but the alternative was simply not to think, which she didn't find appealing.

Julia Quinn
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Why are women so ungenerous to other women? Is it because we have been tokens for so long? Or is there a deeper animosity we owe it to ourselves to explore? A publisher... couldn't understand why women were so loath to help each other... The notion flitted through my mind that somehow, by helping... , I might be hurting my own chances for something or other - what I did not know. If there was room for only one woman poet, another space would be filled... If I still feel I am in competition with other women, how do less well-known women feel? Terrible, I have to assume. I have had to train myself to pay as much attention to women at parties as to men... I have had to force myself not to be dismissive of other women's creativity. We have been semi-slaves for so long (as Doris Lessing says) that we must cultivate freedom within ourselves. It doesn't come naturally. Not yet. In her writing about the drama of childhood developments, Alice Miller has created, among other things, a theory of freedom. in order to embrace freedom, a child must be sufficiently nurtured, sufficiently loved. Security and abundance are the grounds for freedom. She shows how abusive child-rearing is communicated from one generation to the next and how fascism profits from generations of abused children. Women have been abused for centuries, so it should surprise no one that we are so good at abusing each other. Until we learn how to stop doing that, we cannot make our revolution stick. Many women are damaged in childhood - unprotected, unrespected, and treated with dishonesty. Is it any wonder that we build up vast defences against other women since the perpetrators of childhood abuse have so often been women? Is it any wonder that we return intimidation with intimidation, or that we reserve our greatest fury for others who remind us of our own weaknesses - namely other women? Men, on the other hand, however intellectually condescending, clubbish, loutishly lewd, are rarely as calculatingly cruel as women. They tend, rather, to advance us when we are young and cute (and look like darling daughters) and ignore us when we are older and more sure of our opinions (and look like scary mothers), but they don't really know what they're doing. They are too busy bonding with other men, and creating male pecking orders, to pay attention to us. If we were skilled at compromise and alliance-building, we could transform society. The trouble is: we are not yet good at this. We are still quarrelling among ourselves. This is the crisis feminism faces today.

Erica Jong
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Marginalia Sometimes the notes are ferocious, skirmishes against the author raging along the borders of every page in tiny black script. If I could just get my hands on you, Kierkegaard, or Conor Cruise O'Brien, they seem to say, I would bolt the door and beat some logic into your head. Other comments are more offhand, dismissive - Nonsense." "Please!" "HA!!" - that kind of thing. I remember once looking up from my reading, my thumb as a bookmark, trying to imagine what the person must look like who wrote "Don't be a ninny" alongside a paragraph in The Life of Emily Dickinson. Students are more modest needing to leave only their splayed footprints along the shore of the page. One scrawls "Metaphor" next to a stanza of Eliot's. Another notes the presence of "Irony" fifty times outside the paragraphs of A Modest Proposal. Or they are fans who cheer from the empty bleachers, Hands cupped around their mouths. Absolutely, " they shout to Duns Scotus and James Baldwin. Yes." "Bull's-eye." "My man!" Check marks, asterisks, and exclamation points rain down along the sidelines. And if you have managed to graduate from college without ever having written "Man vs. Nature" in a margin, perhaps now is the time to take one step forward. We have all seized the white perimeter as our own and reached for a pen if only to show we did not just laze in an armchair turning pages; we pressed a thought into the wayside, planted an impression along the verge. Even Irish monks in their cold scriptoria jotted along the borders of the Gospels brief asides about the pains of copying, a bird singing near their window, or the sunlight that illuminated their page- anonymous men catching a ride into the future on a vessel more lasting than themselves. And you have not read Joshua Reynolds, they say, until you have read him enwreathed with Blake's furious scribbling. Yet the one I think of most often, the one that dangles from me like a locket, was written in the copy of Catcher in the Rye I borrowed from the local library one slow, hot summer. I was just beginning high school then, reading books on a davenport in my parents' living room, and I cannot tell you how vastly my loneliness was deepened, how poignant and amplified the world before me seemed, when I found on one page A few greasy looking smears and next to them, written in soft pencil- by a beautiful girl, I could tell, whom I would never meet- Pardon the egg salad stains, but I'm in love.

Billy Collins
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I circled the site before I came in. If there's anyone within five kilometers, I'll eat my quiver." Halt regarded him, eyebrow arched once more. "Anyone?" "Anyone other than Crowley, " Will amended, making a dismissive gesture. "I saw him watching me from that hide he always uses about two kilometers out. I assumed he'd be back in here by now." Halt cleared his throat loudly. "Oh, you saw him, did you?" he said. "I imagine he'll be overjoyed to hear that." Secretly, he was pleased with his former pupil. In spite of his curiosity and obvious excitement, he hadn't forgotten to take the precautions that had been drilled into him. THat augured well for what lay ahead, Halt thought, a sudden grimness settling onto his manner. Will didn't notice the momentary change of mood. He was loosening Tug saddle girth. As he spoke, his voice was muffled against the horses's flank. "he's becoming too much a creature of habit, " he said. "he's used that hide for the last three Gatherings. It's time he tried something new. Everyone must be onto it by now." Rangers constantly competed with each other to see before being seen and each year's Gathering was a time of heightened competition. Halt nodded thoughtfully. Crowley had constructed teh virtually invisible observation post some four years previously. Alone among the younger Rangers, Will had tumbled to it after one year. Halt had never mentioned to him that he was the only one who knew of Crowley's hide. The concealed post was the Ranger Commandant's pride and joy. "Well, perhaps not everyone, " he said. Will emerged from behind his horse, grinning at the thought of the head of the Ranger Corps thinking he had remained hidden from sight as he watched Will's approach. "All the same, perhaps he's getting a bit long in the tooth to be skulking around hiding in the bushes, don't you think?" he said cheerfully. Halt considered the question for a moment. "Long in the tooth? Well, that's one opinion. Mind you, his silent movement skills are still as good as ever, " he said meaningfully. The grin on Will's face slowly faded. He resisted the temptation to look over his shoulder. "He's standing behind me, isn't he?" he asked Halt. THe older Ranger nodded. "He's standing behind me, isn't he?" Will continued and Halt nodded once more. "Is he... close enough to have heard what I said?" Will finally managed to ask, fearin teh worst. This time, Halt didn't have to answer. "Oh, good grief no, " came a familiar voice from behind him. "he's so old and decrepit these days he's as deaf as a post." Will's shoulders sagged and he turned to see the sandy-haired Commandant standing a few meters away. The younger man's eyes dropped. "Hullo, Crowley, " he said, then mumbled, "Ahhh... I'm sorry about that." Crowley glared at teh young Ranger for a few more seconds, then he couldn't help teh grin breaking out on his face. "No harm done, " he said, adding with a small note of triumph, "It's not often these days I amange to get the better of one of you young ones." Secretly, he was impressed at teh news that Will had spotted his hiding place. Only the sarpest eyes could have picked it. Crowley had been in the business of seeing without being seen for thirty years or more, and despite what Will believed, he was still an absolute master of camouflage and unseen movement.

John Flanagan
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