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Christianity is the greatest regression humanity has ever experienced: The Jew has thrown back humanity one and a half thousand years — Hitler’s Table Talk THE PRESENT BOOK is an abridged translation of some chapters of the first three volumes of Karlheinz Deschner’s ten-volume Kriminalgeschichte
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by Lord Dunsany WHEN ONE HAS seen Spring’s blossom fall in London, and Summer appear and ripen and decay, as it does early in cities, and one is in London still, then, at some moment or another, the country places lift their flowery heads and call to one with an urgent, masterful clearness, upland…
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by Lord Dunsany ALL WE WHO WRITE put me in mind of sailors hastily making rafts upon doomed ships. When we break up under the heavy years and go down into eternity with all that is ours our thoughts like small lost rafts float on awhile upon Oblivion’s sea. They will not carry much over those tides,…
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by Lord Dunsany CHARON leaned forward and rowed. All things were one with his weariness. It was not with him a matter of years or of centuries, but of wide floods of time, and an old heaviness and a pain in the arms that had become for him part of the scheme that the gods had made and was of a piece with Eternity.…
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A Bushwackk/Heretic production based on an oration by Marcus Tullius Cicero (106-43 BCE) (Taylor Caldwell’s paraphrase of Cicero’s Second Catiline Oration in her Pillar of Iron) A NATION can survive its fools, and even the ambitious. But it cannot survive treason from within. An enemy…
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by Lord Dunsany GOING DOWN Picadilly one day and nearing Grosvenor Place I saw, if my memory is not at fault, some workmen with their coats off — or so they seemed. They had pickaxes in their hands and wore corduroy trousers and that little leather band below the knee that goes by the astonishing name of “York-to-London.”…
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by Lord Dunsany ONE’S SPIRIT goes further in dreams than it does by day. Wandering once by night from a factory city I came to the edge of Hell. The place was foul with cinders and cast-off things, and jagged, half-buried things with shapeless edges, and there was a huge angel with a hammer building…
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by Lord Dunsany HE WAS ALL in black, but his friend was dressed in brown, members of two old families. “Is there any change in the way you build your houses?” said he in black. “No change,” said the other. “And you?” “We change not,” he said. A man went…
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by Lord Flint’s Volunteer I WENT TO the track.
A good night out watching the greyhounds race and having a bet. The mechanical rabbit whizzed past.
Traps sprang open.
Dogs chased.
They ran full tilt.
Perfect canine athletes, they ran as if their lives depended on it.
Trying to catch a mechanical…
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by John I. Johnson TEXAS-BORN NOVELIST Patricia Highsmith (1921-1995) (born Mary Patricia Plangman), author of Strangers on a Train (1950) (adapted to the screen by director Alfred Hitchcock) and a series of crime novels starring psychopathic murderer Tom Ripley (The Talented Mr. Ripley [1955]),…
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