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Maggie Cassidy
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By Jack Kerouac
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Finished on Nov 18, 2008
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Historical Truth and Lies About the Past
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Reflections on Dewey, Dreyfus, de Man, and Reagan
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By Alan B. Spitzer
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Finished on Nov 1, 2008
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Satori in Paris
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(Flamingo Modern Classics)
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By Jack Kerouac
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Finished on Oct 22, 2008
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The Rosicrucian Enlightenment
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Routledge Classics (Paperback)
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By Frances A. Yates
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Finished on Oct 13, 2008
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Black Spring
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(Flamingo Modern Classics)
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By Henry Miller
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Finished on Oct 7, 2008
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The Peacock Manifesto
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By Stuart David
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Finished on Sep 30, 2008
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You Can't Win
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By Jack Black
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Finished on Sep 25, 2008
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Visions of Cody (2)
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(Modern Classic)
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By Jack Kerouac
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Finished on Sep 19, 2008
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The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner
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(Harper Perennial Modern Classics)
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By Alan Sillitoe
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Finished on Sep 18, 2008
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The Complete Poems of Hart Crane
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(Centennial Edition)
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By Harold Bloom, Hart Crane, Mark Simon
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Finished on Sep 2, 2008
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Belle and Sebastian
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By Paul Whitelaw
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Finished on Sep 1, 2008
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High Fidelity (37)
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By Nick Hornby
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Finished on Aug 27, 2008
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"I walked home in the dead of Lowell night - three miles, no buses - the dark ground, road, cemeteries, streets, construction ditches, millyards - The billion winter stars hugeing overhead like frozen beads frozen suns all packed and inter-allied in one rich united universe of showery light, beating, beating, like great hearts in the non-understandable bowl void black. To which nevertheless I offered up all my songs and longwalk sighs and sayings, as if the could hear me, know, care". ... (continue)
"I walked home in the dead of Lowell night - three miles, no buses - the dark ground, road, cemeteries, streets, construction ditches, millyards - The billion winter stars hugeing overhead like frozen beads frozen suns all packed and inter-allied in one rich united universe of showery light, beating, beating, like great hearts in the non-understandable bowl void black. To which nevertheless I offered up all my songs and longwalk sighs and sayings, as if the could hear me, know, care".
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