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1 " In the year of your lord 1963, August 27, I was in a hotel room with John Lewis and three other members of SNCC and I was livid. I had provided several lines to John’s speech and they were being removed. I remember the lines. The first was, If the dogs of the South continue unchained, then we will bite back, we will move on those tender parts that bleed so readily, that bleed so profusely. Okay, I said, understanding that there was a lot of blood in the statement—rather, threat—and so I added the word nonviolently. This was not satisfactory. The next line was, The Kennedy administration does not even talk a good game, failing to support voters’ rights while paying mere lip service to civil rights, as if there is a difference. We say fuck the administration that still walks hand in hand with Jim Crow. Well, I could see that the word fuck was a bit strong and so I suggested screw and then 45 screw nonviolently. I was never much of a player in the politics of the day after that evening. "
― Percival Everett , Percival Everett by Virgil Russell
2 " Qual è stata la cosa che ti ha dato più fastidio in tutta la tua carriera?Strano che tu mi abbia costretto a farmi questa domanda.Già.È stato il fatto che mi abbiano definito postmoderno, figlio. Non sapevo nemmeno che cazzo significasse! Una volta un imbecille ha cercato di spiegarmelo, sostenendo che il mio lavoro parlava del processo di lavoro in sé e non della realtà oggettiva e della vita nel mondo.E tu cosa gli hai risposto?Dopo avergli detto di andare a farsi fottere, lui e il dannato ronzino che l'aveva portato fin lì, gli ho chiesto cos'era secondo lui la realtà oggettiva. Poi gli ho dato un pugno in faccia. "
3 " I really loved your mother. I was sad when she didn’t come back, but, like I said, I understood and still think it was for the best. For her at least. It really fucked you up. Not so badly as I might have guessed, though. I mean, you’ve grown up to be successful and well adjusted and, of course, unhappy, the way a man is supposed to feel in this world. Just pulling your leg, son. "