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"This is a valley of ashes--a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens; where ashes take the forms of houses and chimneys and rising smoke and, finally, with a transcendent effort, of men who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air. Occasionally a line of gray cars crawls along an invisible track, gives out a ghastly creak, and comes to rest, and immediately the ash-gray men swarm up with leaden spades and stir up an impenetrable cloud, which screens their obscure operations from your sight." F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby, Ch. 2

No man for any considerable period can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true. Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter, Chapter 20

The bank is something more than men, I tell you. It's the monster. Men made it, but they can't control it. John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter media type="youtube" key="8ISil7IHzxc" width="425" height="350" Don't mind your make-up, you'd better make your mind up. Frank Zappa If we can't be free, at least we can be cheap. Frank Zappa Let's not be too rough on our own ignorance, it's what makes America great. Frank Zappa

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