Dwayne: I wish I could just sleep until I was eighteen and skip all this crap- high school and everything- just skip it.
Frank: You know Marcel Proust?
Dwayne: He's the guy you teach.
Frank: Yeah. French writer. Total loser. Never had a real job. Unrequited love affairs. Gay. Spent 20 years writing a book almost no one reads. But he's also probably the greatest writer since Shakespeare. Anyway, he uh- he gets down to the end of his life... and he looks back and decides that all those years he suffered- Those were the best years of his life, 'cause they made him who he was. All those years he was happy? You know, total waste. Didn't learn a thing. So, if you sleep until you're 18... Think of the suffering you're gonna miss. I mean high school? High school? Those are your prime suffering years. You don't get better suffering than that.
Dwayne: You know what? Fuck beauty contests. Life is one fucking beauty contest after another. School, then college, then work... Fuck that. And fuck the Air Force Academy. If I want to fly, I'll find a way to fly. You do what you love, and fuck the rest!
Y esque al final eso es vida.
Frank: You know Marcel Proust?
Dwayne: He's the guy you teach.
Frank: Yeah. French writer. Total loser. Never had a real job. Unrequited love affairs. Gay. Spent 20 years writing a book almost no one reads. But he's also probably the greatest writer since Shakespeare. Anyway, he uh- he gets down to the end of his life... and he looks back and decides that all those years he suffered- Those were the best years of his life, 'cause they made him who he was. All those years he was happy? You know, total waste. Didn't learn a thing. So, if you sleep until you're 18... Think of the suffering you're gonna miss. I mean high school? High school? Those are your prime suffering years. You don't get better suffering than that.
Dwayne: You know what? Fuck beauty contests. Life is one fucking beauty contest after another. School, then college, then work... Fuck that. And fuck the Air Force Academy. If I want to fly, I'll find a way to fly. You do what you love, and fuck the rest!
Y esque al final eso es vida.
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No tiene que ver mucho con esta entrada, pero supongo que con tu blog.
Después de leer esto, Do the evolution tiene, para mí, un sentido distinto. Tipo, el orden de la naturaleza, su selección, esa supuesta frialdad, caray, démosle bienvenida:
http://believermag.com/issues/200709/?read=interview_dewaal
Te cuidas.
Haha ojala, la vida es demasiado orgullosa como para que la vean dos vences con el mismo vestido.
heeeeeey homo q demonios avisame cuando aya nuevos posts, esta chingon este post me gusto, al chile es cierto...pero al chile me caga yo si quisiera dormir hasta tener 18 a la verga me caga no poder chupar en cantinas y asi con esa puta ley de 7 años de carcel wey publica algo al respecto protesta DO THE EVOLUTION
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