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It’s a funny realization, seeing why people read books. Books are everything that the robots around us called “people” aren’t. Books are exciting and friendly. Books comfort you and make you know that in fact you are not alone. Books relate to you in the ways you never would have believed anyone could ever relate to you. Books are a beautiful escape.
The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao - Junot Díaz (pgs 1, 331)
They say it came first from Africa, carried in the screams of the enslaved; that it was the death bane of the Tainos, uttered just as one world perished and another began; that it was a demon drawn into Creation through the nightmare door that was cracked open in the Antilles.
To the only panel he’s circled. Oscar— who never defaced a book in his life— circled one panel three times in the same empathetic pen he used to write his last letters home. The panel where Adrian Veidt and Dr. Manhattan are having their last convo. After the mutant brain has destroyed New York City; after Dr. Manhattan has murdered Rorschach; after Veidt’s plan has succeeded in “saving the world.”
Veidt says: “I did the right thing, didn’t I? It all worked out in the end.”
And Manhattan, before fading from our Universe, replies: “In the end? Nothing ends, Adrian. Nothing ever ends.”