BeagleSwordCognoscenti - The Monday Morning Memo

“And perhaps when our species progresses toward extinction or marches into the forehead of God – there will be certain degenerate groups left behind, say, the Indians of Lower California, in the shadows of the rocks or sitting motionless in the dugout canoes. They may remain to sun themselves, to eat and starve and sleep and reproduce. Now they have many legends as hazy and magical as the mirage. Perhaps then they will have another concerning a great and godlike race that flew away in four-motored bombers to the accompaniment of exploding bombs, the voice of God calling them home.”

- John Steinbeck, Sea of Cortez, p. 89, (1941) written in the early years of WW II, not long after the Great Depression.

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