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448 pages, Paperback
First published July 28, 2014
“We are, each of us, a multitude. I am not the man I was this morning, nor the man of yesterday. I am a throng of myself queued through time. We are, gentle reader, each a crowd within a crowd.”
“The essential lesson of the zoetrope is this: movement, indeed all progress, even the passage of time, is an illusion. Life is the repetition of stillness.”
“Civilization is like sunshine. Spread it about, and the world blooms with culture, innovation, and fraternity. But focus it all upon one spot, and mankind scorches the earth like a ray from a magnifying glass.”
“At first I felt as if we had escaped a prison. Now, I feel like we've been locked out of our house”
“The Sphinx has seduced many, many men and women with his pretty machines that are full of terrible screams.”
“Just because you don’t recognize mercy doesn’t mean you haven’t been shown it.”
“When humanity ceases to aspire, it begins to decline”
"If there isn’t peril, then it isn’t an adventure.”
“We are, each of us, a multitude. I am not the man I was this morning, nor the man of yesterday. I am a throng of myself queued through time. We are, gentle reader, each a crowd within a crowd.”
“This violence had affected him like a shot of brandy, leaving him clear-headed and vigilant. It was a surprise to find that violence could work in such a way, and he wondered if it was like brandy in other ways: was violence clarifying in doses but intoxicating in excess? Could one deal out murder responsibly, even civilly? Was violence, like wine, the midwife of philosophy?”
“I have eaten the chocolate. To the future me that reads this: I am sorry. It was delicious.”
“We are, each of us, a multitude. I am not the man I was this morning, nor the man of yesterday. I am a throng of myself queued through time. We are, gentle reader, each a crowd within a crowd.”
“The man or woman who is rarely lost, rarely discovers anything new.”
“History is a love letter to tyrants written in the blood of the overrun, the forgotten, the expunged!”
Civilization is like sunshine. Spread it about, and the world blooms with culture, innovation, and fraternity. But focus it all upon one spot, and mankind scorches the earth like a ray from a magnifying glass.While the Tower certainly has civilization to spare, I would be hard pressed to say it was civilized. Barbarity clothed in silk is just as savage (possibly more so) than barbarity clothed in leather and furs. Considering what Senlin had to go through in the the first book any pretense of the Tower being a beacon of civilization and culture is long gone. Survival is the name of the game in this ancient artifact, and those that don't recognize it are quickly driven to despair or slavery, locked in this massive asylum run by the inmates.
"If worn for too long, a costume becomes comfortable, natural. A man always in disguise must take care lest he become the disguise.”
“We are, each of us, a multitude. I am not the man I was this morning, nor the man of yesterday. I am a throng of myself queued through time. We are, gentle reader, each a crowd within a crowd.”
“It had never occurred to him how unforgiving books were until he lay at the bottom of a great pile of them.”