My nose itched, and I knew I should drink wine or kiss a fool.

Specialized meaninglessness has come to be regarded, in certain circles, as a kind of hallmark of true science.

If you sincerely believed in God, how could you form one thought, speak one sentence, without mentioning Him?

The Line welcomed rain and sun. Seeds germinated in mass graves, between skulls and femurs and broken pick handles, tendrils rose up alongside dog spikes and clavicles, thrust around teak sleepers and tibias, scapulas, vertebrae, fibulas and femurs.

Written By Richard Flanagan

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