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Czeslaw Milosz, 1911-2004. R.I.P.
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| once upon a time, when i was discovering and becoming addicted to the internet, i met a young man called the stranger. if asked, he will deny it, plausibly. | |
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| that young man grew up to be a volokian conspirator, and a teacher of will baude, the meterosexual prodigy behind crescatsententia.org. | |
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as time went on, i became a little stranger myself.
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| the stranger was a scholar, poet, and a guy who dug liberty the way i do. | |
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| it seems he may have gotten some of his ideas from this man, milosz. | |
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the torch of liberty passes to new generations. the student has become the master.
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| one day i woke up and i'd turned into a pink furry critter | |
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| some sort of arbitrary aardvark | |
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