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  1. http://www.online-literature.com/anton_chekhov/1289/ Anton Chekhov on next-door-posting, every-day-carry types of 1898, “The Man in the Case” ( https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Man_in_the_Case)

    The Man in the Case - Wikipediaen.wikipedia.org

    Fun. I’m reading some light socialist realism, "Stalingrad”, by Vasily Grossman, and this story came up in reference with a footnote so I tracked it down.

    Photograph of the Belikov Monument next to the Chekhov Gymnasium in Taganrog, from Wikipedia

    what finally makes the man start to crack is seeing a woman on a bicycle, war never changes

  2. hegemony havers complaining about their critics while getting their way are ridiculous. this message repeats.

  3. absolutely not, app badges privileges revoked

    iPhone "Phone" app notification indicator screenshot, a white "1" in a red circle over what looks like a very abstract magnetic tape reel to reel icon over the word "Voicemail" in dark gray

    iPhone "Phone" app screenshot, text over a button:To retrieve a voicemail first set a password and greeting.[Set Up]

  4. I skipped the damned introduction (as per. I don’t read introductions first, they are for re-readers) and read it after, which is a lot of words to say some interesting things but mostly conclude that Walter Benjamin gets the closest to figuring Kafka out

    so I’ve now got https://docslib.org/doc/5900836/franz-kafka-on-the-tenth-anniversary-of-his-death open to maybe read, maybe abandon, at some later time, idk

    Franz Kafka: on the Tenth Anniversary of His DeathWarning Concerning Copyright Restrictions The Copyright Law of the United States (Title 17, United States Code) governs the making of photocopies or otherDocslib
  5. 22nd book of the year: “The Trial" by Franz Kafka.

    Someone in Bernal Heights (Bonview at or near Cortland? It was a few months ago) left a box of books on the sidewalk with “FREE” written on a flap that had a few things I grabbed, among them, DFW’s “Consider the Lobster, and other essays” which I started and abandoned (lol), and this.

    I enjoy stuff like this from time to time but don’t think I’m “smart enough” for it, whatever that means (and I’m not entirely sure).

    paperback cover, Schoken press edition, introduction by George Steimer, a red tinted photograph of a face—really only the right half from chin to eyebrow—peers through four black bars inset on a black cover

    the copy I read, yesterday, on my blue beach towel in the foregrown, my own shadow on the patio pavers in the background, where I was working on my suntan yesterday, wondering why god gives me his toughest battles (why I chose to read this instead of a page-turner that would actually be relaxing for the weekend)