Surprise of the day: The "Work Offline" option in my browser still exists.
November 2020 Archiv
My eyes, my choice.
If Facebook delivered an equally flexible, sophisticated message-reading system to its users, those users could defend themselves against being nonconsensually eyeball-fucked with Donald Trump headlines.
Sprechplatz.
I'd filed it away as a place where you could probably meet with someone in private without being disturbed or surveilled I make a habit out of noting those things, because I am paranoid and I am right to be paranoid.
Cory Doctorow: Force Multiplier
Zweheifel.
Yet, she could not deny that she had her doubts. She was married, true; but if one's husband was always sailing round Cape Horn, was it marriage? If one liked him, was it marriage? If one liked other people, was it marriage? And finally, if one still wished, more than anything in the whole world, to write poetry, was it marriage? She had her doubts.
Virginia Woolf: Orlando: A Biography
Morgenamen.
A few minutes later, they became engaged. The morning after as they sat at breakfast, he told her his name.
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In fact, though their acquaintance had been so short, they had guessed, as always happens between lovers, everything of any importance about each other in two seconds at the utmost, and it now remained only to fill in such unimportant details as what they were called; where they lived; and whether they were beggars or people of substance
Virginia Woolf: Orlando: A Biography