Thursday, March 20, 2003
This morning, in celebration of Chretien's decision not to back the attack on Iraq (ack!), I had a crepe with nutella for breakfast. I'm already wearing the black cashmere turtleneck; by noon, I'll be sporting a beret and decreasing the level of pasteurization on my cheese purchases. And I can't even say I'm chuffed about the whole thing, because use of the word "chuffed" too closely supports one original colonizer over the other. I can say, wholeheartedly, que je suis heureuse.
Saturday, March 08, 2003
I’m not sure George is wrong about automobiles. With all their speed forward, they may be a step back within civilization. It may be that they won’t add to the beauty of the world or the life of men’s souls. I’m not sure. But automobiles have come, and almost all outward things are going to different because of what they bring. They’re going to alter war, and they’re going to alter peace. And I think men’s minds are going to changed in subtle ways because of automobiles. And it may be that George is right. May be that in ten or twenty years from now, if we can see the inward change in men by that time, I shouldn’t be able to defend the gasoline engine but would have to agree with George: that automobiles had no business to be invented.
-The Magnificent Ambersons, Orson Welles.
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