God søndag og velkommen til nye smakebiter!
Det er nesten 30 grader ute, i september! Vi har fått tre dager med indian summer dette året, men så skal det bli høst og kaldt igjen. Det er rart når juli og august er kalde og våte, og en blir nesten for varm til å være ute i september.
Jeg har nesten ikke lest noe de siste ukene, bare en tegneserie tror jeg. Men jeg har begynt på flere bøker, og ikke minst kjøpt flere bøker. Så jeg må prøve å finne tilbake til leselysten. Det kan være at den letteste måten å gjøre det på er å fortsette med Soul Music av Terry Pratchett. Men så er det så mye lettere å bare sette seg ned foran tv.
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I quote others only in order the better to express myself.
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When I am attacked by gloomy thoughts, nothing helps me so much as running to my books. They quickly absorb me and banish the clouds from my mind.
In theory it was, around now, Literature. Susan hated Literature. She’d much prefer to read a good book.
Now you will feel no rain
Listen to me. I did not wish to be summoned by your Princess. Summoned, I did not wish to come. But having been summoned, and having come, I mean to give a good account of myself. That’s how I was taught by my father, and the men of his age who slew Kings and swept away not merely Governments but whole Systems of Thought, like Khans of the Mind. I would have my son in Boston know of my doings, and be proud of them, and carry my ways forward to another generation on another continent. Any opponent who does not know this about me, stands at a grave disadvantage; a disadvantage I am not above profiting from.
If you don’t want a man unhappy politically, don’t give him two sides to a question to worry him; give him one. Better yet, give him none. Let him forget there is such a thing as war. If the government is inefficient, top-heavy, and tax-mad, better it be all those than that people worry over it. Peace, Montag. Give the people contests they win by remembering the words to more popular songs or the names of state capitals or how much corn Iowa grew last year. Cram them full of noncombustible data, chock them so damned full of ‘facts’ they feel stuffed, but absolutely ‘brilliant’ with information. Then they’ll feel they’re thinking, they’ll get a sense of motion without moving. And they’ll be happy, because facts of that sort don’t change.
When Death met the philosopher, the philosopher said, rather excitedly, «At this point, you realize, I’m both dead and not dead.»
Hvis du noen gang får valget mellom en mann som elsker deg og en mann du elsker, skal du velge han som elsker deg. Det er dette folk gjør feil i livet.
Som oftes søker man tilflukt til fremtiden for å unngå lidelsen. Vi forestiller oss en strek trukket tvers over tidens gang, og bortenfor den streken skal lidelsen opphøre å eksistere.
It would be disingenuous to say Lillian was the pessimistic sort. A truer assessment would be to say that life had gone out of its way to prove what a bastard it could be to her, and she’d merely taken the message.
And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.