And beyond that, there are genetic predispositions, also outside our control. Sometimes it is a heavy burden to bear. But these ideas, to put it mildly, are unfashionable. Karl Ove Knausgaard in his remarkable memoir A Death in the Family begins his narrative with a brilliant cogitation on death — how when someone dies, we cover up the body as quickly as possible. Then it must be consigned, out of sight, to the basement dead bodies are never kept above ground-floor level. Why does this matter?
At a lower level, because it can suck energy out of life, as we work to keep the great gremlin at bay. And at a practical level, because we are increasingly extending life beyond what it should properly constitute. A lonely hospital death, that had it been faced earlier, could have been altogether more human.
Jane Kelly, The Anchorage Daily News in July "The wonderful things in life are the things you do, not the things you have" -- Reinhold Messner, alpinest "It's always further than it looks. It's always taller than it looks. It's always harder than it looks. Now I have only good days or great days. They are far superior and always have been. Whatever you give a woman, she will make greater. I you give her sperm she will give you a baby.
If you give her a house, she will give you a home. If you give her groceries, she will give you a meal. If you give her a smile, she will give you her heart. She multiples and enlarges what is given to her. So, if you give her any crap, be ready to receive a ton of shit! I have children. When we get home, home is still the same.
But something in our mind has been changed, and that changes everything. Several new science papers suggest that getting away is an essential habit of effective thinking. When we escape from the place we spend most of our time, the mind is suddenly made aware of all those errant ideas we'd previously suppressed.
We start thinking about obscure possibilitiebsthat never would have occurred to us if we'd stayed home. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible.
Lawrence, "The Seven Pillars of Wisdom" " Who steals my purse, steals trash; 'tis something, nothing; 'twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands: but he that filches from me my good name robs me of that which not enriches him, and makes me poor indeed. To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd.
To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action. The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remember'd. He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:' Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day. Familiar in his mouth as household words Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter, Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester, Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd. This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remember'd; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition: And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times. Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood! Over thy wounds now do I prophesy,-- Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips, To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue-- A curse shall light upon the limbs of men; Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy; Blood and destruction shall be so in use And dreadful objects so familiar That mothers shall but smile when they behold Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war; All pity choked with custom of fell deeds: And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge, With Ate by his side come hot from hell, Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war; That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning for burial.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard. It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come. Good morrow, Kate; for that's your name, I hear. Katharina: Well have you heard, but something hard of hearing: They call me Katharina that do talk of me. Petruchio: You lie, in faith; for you are call'd plain Kate, And bonny Kate and sometimes Kate the curst; But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom Kate of Kate Hall, my super-dainty Kate, For dainties are all Kates, and therefore, Kate, Take this of me, Kate of my consolation; Hearing thy mildness praised in every town, Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded, Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs, Myself am moved to woo thee for my wife.
Katharina: Moved! Come on, and kiss me, Kate. It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows, As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand, And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.
Did my heart love till now? For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were!
She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek! That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. Voice: The Village.
Number 6: What do you want? Voice: Information. Number 6: Whose side are you on? Liberty is generally viewed as preserving the unrestrained manifestation of individuality in every possible sphere, whereas equality is viewed as imposing restrictions on human actions.
If liberty means, therefore, that every individual shall be free to indulge without limit his appetite for wealth and power , it is clearly incompatible not only with economic and social, but with civil and political, equality. The main and most prevalent conflict between liberty and equality is that there is no concrete definition that is universally accepted which creates many issues in the political area.
How I have always understood Liberty was as the moral freedom that we have to do what we want, and equality is important to the meaning of liberty in that sense, because if we did not have equality then the worth of liberty for me might be the complete opposite of for you This book is about a society that is corrupt in many ways.
It took them a long time just to make candles, nowadays candles are made very fast and simple. The government has made it so that the progress of technology is slow and not progressing. None of the people in the town have an actual name, they are known as robots or as a group American leaders were biased and hypocritical due to the fact that they did not follow their own declaration of independence where gender, sex, or cultures were not mentioned in the document, and one would assume that minorities were included The question is what is Freedom.
Back then freedom, Liberty, and Equality were major issues in America.
I'm feeling good, thank you. However, in this society, anyone who is six feet tall was considered to be evil If you are not sure of the spelling of adjectives modified in this way by prefixes or which is the appropriate prefix , you will have to consult a dictionary, as the rules for the selection of a prefix are complex and too shifty to be trusted.
Most of them, when found before the word they modify, are themselves modified: the nearly awake student, the terribly alone scholar. Of course, all days may seem worth living when you are faced with your imminent demise. The meaning itself can be tricky; for instance, flammable and inflammable mean the same thing. We were embarrassed by my brother. He has watched them go to bed when it is time to get up, and get up when it is time to go to bed.
There goes the shawl again! The opposite of fortunate is unfortunate, the opposite of prudent is imprudent, the opposite of considerate is inconsiderate, the opposite of honorable is dishonorable, the opposite of alcoholic is nonalcoholic, the opposite of being properly filed is misfiled.
A new drug to treat strokes. The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night. Powerpoint corrupts absolutely.
Might as well be playing Tiddly-Winks. If you give her groceries, she will give you a meal. Other Adjectival Considerations Review the section on Compound Nouns and Modifiers for the formation of modifiers created when words are connected: a four-year-old child, a nineteenth-century novel, an empty-headed fool.
We could say these are "inexpensive but comfortable shoes," so we would use a comma between them when the "but" isn't there. The opposite of fortunate is unfortunate, the opposite of prudent is imprudent, the opposite of considerate is inconsiderate, the opposite of honorable is dishonorable, the opposite of alcoholic is nonalcoholic, the opposite of being properly filed is misfiled. I will not succeed. Interesting shades of meaning and tone become available with this usage. We have an indigenous population of humanoids called the Na'vi.
We stayed there until the town's annual Fall Festival of Small Appliances. How I have always understood Liberty was as the moral freedom that we have to do what we want, and equality is important to the meaning of liberty in that sense, because if we did not have equality then the worth of liberty for me might be the complete opposite of for you
Now I have only good days or great days. If I can take it from you, it's mine. Then YOU feel successful about it; that's how success is measured. American leaders were biased and hypocritical due to the fact that they did not follow their own declaration of independence where gender, sex, or cultures were not mentioned in the document, and one would assume that minorities were included If you said you felt badly, it would mean that something was wrong with your faculties for feeling.
We have an indigenous population of humanoids called the Na'vi.
Of all the new sitcoms, this is my least favorite show.