The coin sits on the kitchen table between the pork hock and the rye bread. Jan turns it over with one finger, watching how the light catches the worn eagle on one side, the date on the other: 1863. "Dziadek's coin," Maria says, setting down three bowls. Steam rises from the barszcz, beet-red and smelling … Continue reading Blood Silver
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The Machine Stops by E. M. Forster
""I believe that you pray to it when you are unhappy. Men made it, do not forget that. Great men, but men. The Machine is much, but it is not everything. I see something like you in this plate, but I do not see you. I hear something like you through this telephone, but I … Continue reading The Machine Stops by E. M. Forster
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