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What is the other text, the original? I have no answer. I suppose it is the source, the deep sea where ideas swim, and one catches them in nets of words and swings them shining into the boat… where in this metaphor they die and get canned and eaten in sandwiches.

Ursula K. Le Guin

The book itself is a curious artifact, not showy in its technology but complex and extremely efficient: a really neat little device, compact, often very pleasant to look at and handle, that can last decades, even centuries.
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Book Compact Complex Crucial Device Efficiency Extremely Itself Little Look Often Pleasant Shown Technology
The end justifies the means. But what if there never is an end? All we have is means.
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End Justice Mean never
By using words well they strengthen their souls. Story-tellers and poets spend their lives learning that skill and art of using words well. And their words make the souls of their readers stronger, brighter, deeper.
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Brighter Deeper Reader Skill Soul Spend Story Teller Strength Well Word
Nobody who says, ‘I told you so’ has ever been, or will ever be, a hero.
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Been Ever Hero Nobody Say Told
You can’t crush ideas by suppressing them. You can only crush them by ignoring them. By refusing to think, refusing to change.
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Change Crush Idea Ignore Refuse Suppressing Think
Civilized Man says: I am Self, I am Master, all the rest is other–outside, below, underneath, subservient. I own, I use, I explore, I exploit, I control. What I do is what matters. What I want is what matter is for. I am that I am, and the rest is women & wilderness, to be used as I see fit.
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Civilize Man Master Other Outside Rest Self Subservient Underneath
Every group we belong to – by gender, sex, race, religion, age – is an in-group, surrounded by an immense out-group, living next door and all over the world, who will be alive as far into the future as humanity has a future. That out-group is called other people. It is for them that we write.
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Age Future Gender Group Humanity Immense Next People Race Religion Surrounded World
A writer is a person who cares what words mean, what they say, how they say it… By using words well they strengthen their souls.
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Care Mena Say Soul Strengthen Use Well Word Writer
When the genuine myth rises into consciousness, that is always its message. You must change your life.
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Always Change Consciousness Genuine Life Message Myth Rise
The story is not in the plot but in the telling.
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Plot Story Tell
The road goes upward towards the light; but the laden traveler may never reach the end of it.
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End Goes Light never Reach Road Towards Traveler Upward
You sit down and you do it, and you do it, and you do it, until you have learned to do it.
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Down Learn Sit Until
What sane person could live in this world and not be crazy?
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Crazy Live Person Sane World
We read books to find out who we are. What other people, real or imaginary, do and think and feel… is an essential guide to our understanding of what we ourselves are and may become.
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Book Essential Feel Find Guide Imaginary Ourselves Out People Real Think Understanding
The dance is always danced above the hollow place, above the terrible abyss.
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Above Abyss Always Dance Hollow Place Terrible
We live in capitalism, its power seems inescapable – but then, so did the divine right of kings.
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Capitalism Inescapable King Live Power Right Seem

What is the other text, the original? I have no answer. I suppose it is the source, the deep sea where ideas swim, and one catches them in nets of words and swings them shining into the boat… where in this metaphor they die and get canned and eaten in sandwiches.

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What is the other text, the original? I have no answer. I suppose it is the source, the deep sea where ideas swim, and one catches them in nets of words and swings them shining into the boat… where in this metaphor they die and get canned and eaten in sandwiches.

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