God søndag og velkommen til nye smakebiter!
I dag er jeg på jobb. Faktisk min første jobb-lørdag etter den hektiske sommeren. Det har vært deilig med fri-lørdager, men det er fint å være tilbake på jobb og.
Jeg leser serien Om utregning av romfang av Solvej Balle og har kommer til bok nummer fem (den siste til nå – det skal bli syv bøker). Det er en fantastisk serie og jeg anbefaler dem sterkt. Den første boken starter kanskje litt tregt, men det blir mye bedre etterhvert.
Men i dag skal du få en smakebit fra en annen bok jeg leser, nemlig The Ultimate Discworld Companion. Jeg har begynt på Discworld serien, igjen … Men denne gangen leser jeg bøkene etter underseriene. Jeg begynte med Death og gikk så over til Witches. Jeg tror det skal bli lettere å lese hele serien på den måten.
She is a traditionalist; she believes that progress is an excuse for making bad things happen faster.
What I felt was a kind of thrilling sadness, something I have since experienced when looking out over other open spaces and lonely boundaries: an emotion that lives on the desolate edge of the known.
Men så begynner plutselig saksen å gli gjennom papiret. Som et barn som omsider kommer opp på vannskiene flyter den plutselig avgårde, mykt, helt uten hakk, en forbløffet jubel høres fra de bivånende. Det er nesten så du ikke berører saksen engang, du bare geleider den avgårde, som magnetfeltet fra en hovmesters utslåtte armer fører middagsselskapet mot bordet.
I quote others only in order the better to express myself.
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.»