sexta-feira, 14 de outubro de 2011

Good ideas can disappear just as fast as an airplane that cuts the sky.
Yesterday while I was nearly deluding of exhaustion I had this crazy ideia about the Thought Police, Orwell's one, but now I can't even put the words together to form a sentence.
Maybe later...
Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic.Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it.
                                                                               Professor Albus Dumbledore
That's one of the word problems, the injury and then the apologise about it... the remedy that might or might not heal the wound. Wound that sometimes is self-inflicted because the real Thought Police is your conscient that knows what you are and are not supposed to think and by knowing that it prevents you from crimethinking... but what is the real crimethink?

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