Habituation
devours work, clothes, furniture, one’s wife, and the fear of war. . . .
And art exists that one may recover the sensation of life; it exists to
make one feel things, to make the stone stony.
—Viktor Shklovsky in Henry Shukman’s, "The Unfamiliar Familiar"
—Viktor Shklovsky in Henry Shukman’s, "The Unfamiliar Familiar"
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