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The Earth is beautiful, and bright, and kindly, but that is not all. The Earth is also terrible, and dark, and cruel. The rabbit shrieks dying in the green meadows.

Ursula K. Le Guin

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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Answer Canned Catch Eaten Metaphor Original Source Suppose Swing Word
To have a choice at all is to be privileged.
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Choose Privilege
Men call women faithless, changeable, and though they say it in jealousy of their own ever-threatened sexual honor, there is some truth in it.
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Call Chnagebale Ever Faithless Honor Jealous Men Sexual Some Threatened Through Truth Women
It’s a rare gift, to know where you need to be, before you’ve been to all the places you don’t need to be.
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All Before Know Need Place Rare
Either we will establish an ecological society or society will go under for everyone, irrespective of his or her status.
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Ecological Either Establish Everone Irrespective Society Status
When you light a candle, you also cast a shadow.
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Candle Cast Light Shadow
If you evade suffering you also evade the chance of joy. Pleasure you may get, or pleasures, but you will not be fulfilled. You will not know what it is to come home.
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Chance Come Evade Fulfill Home Joy May Pleasure Suffer
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
For all their restlessness, men are who they are; once they put on the man’s toga they will not change again; so they make a virtue of that rigidity and resist whatever might soften it and set them free.
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Again Change Free Man Resist Restless Rigidly Soften Virtue
Lying is the misuse of language. We know that. We need to remember that it works the other way round too.
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Know Language Lie Misuse Need Remember Round
I had forgotten how much light there is in the world, till you gave it back to me.
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Back Forgotten Give Light Much World
You have made it into a thing, to which the only possible relationship is a power relationship. And thus you have fatally impoverished your own reality.
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Impronenish Made Possible Reality Relationship Thing
Translation is entirely mysterious. Increasingly I have felt that the art of writing is itself translating, or more like translating than it is like anything else.
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Anything Art Else Entirely Fell Increasingly Itself Mysterious Translate Translation Writing
You can go home again…so long as you understand that home is a place where you have never been.
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Asian Home Long never Place Understand
Well, we think that time “passes,” flows past us, but what if it is we who move forward, from past to future, always discovering the new? It would be a little like reading a book, you see.
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Always Discover Forward Future Move New Pass Past Think Time
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

The Earth is beautiful, and bright, and kindly, but that is not all. The Earth is also terrible, and dark, and cruel. The rabbit shrieks dying in the green meadows.

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