Cormac McCarthy from No Country for Old Men
I've lot a lot of friends over these last few years. Not all of em older than me neither. One of the things you realize about gettin older is that no everbody is goin to get older with you.
Start working on this now, okay?
I think if you were Satan and you were settin around tryin to think up somethin that would just bring the human race to its knees what you would probably come up with is narcotics.
He means pinheads of course.
I think the truth is always simple. It has pretty much got to be. It needs to be simple enough for a child to understand.
If only in the either/or world, say.
The stories get passed on and the truth gets passed over. As the sayin goes. Which I reckon some would take as meanin that the truth can't compete. but I don't believe that. I think that when the lies are all told and forgot the truth will be there yet. It don't move about from place to place and it don't change from time to time. You can't corrupt it any more than you can salt salt. You can't corrupt it because that's what it is.
If only in the either/or world, say.
There is no description of a fool that you fail to satisfy.
Yo, Urwrongx1000!! Yo, AGE!!!
And so on...
If I didn't have her I don't know what I would have. Well, yes I do. You wouldn't need a box to put it in, neither.
Remember Supannika? Well, she's a MAGA minion now. I shit you not.
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Bill Nye
The more you find out about the world, the more opportunities there are to laugh at it.
Indeed, and I take full advantage of that here.
To leave the world better than you found it, sometimes you have to pick up other people’s trash.
Indeed, and I take full advantage of that here.
Science is the key to our future, and if you don’t believe in science, then you’re holding everybody back. And it’s fine if you as an adult want to run around pretending or claiming that you don’t believe in evolution, but if we educate a generation of people who don’t believe in science, that’s a recipe for disaster. We talk about the Internet. That comes from science. Weather forecasting. That comes from science. The main idea in all of biology is evolution. To not teach it to our young people is wrong.
He's going to Hell for sure, isn't he?
Wagner’s music is better than it sounds.
Now that's clever.
Hard to find anything lovelier than a tree. They grow at right angles to a tangent of the nominal sphere of the Earth.
The beauty of science let's call it.
The moon is out all day. I don't want to shock you.
Not unlike the stars, say.
The more you find out about the world, the more opportunities there are to laugh at it.
Indeed, and I take full advantage of that here.
To leave the world better than you found it, sometimes you have to pick up other people’s trash.
Indeed, and I take full advantage of that here.
Science is the key to our future, and if you don’t believe in science, then you’re holding everybody back. And it’s fine if you as an adult want to run around pretending or claiming that you don’t believe in evolution, but if we educate a generation of people who don’t believe in science, that’s a recipe for disaster. We talk about the Internet. That comes from science. Weather forecasting. That comes from science. The main idea in all of biology is evolution. To not teach it to our young people is wrong.
He's going to Hell for sure, isn't he?
Wagner’s music is better than it sounds.
Now that's clever.
Hard to find anything lovelier than a tree. They grow at right angles to a tangent of the nominal sphere of the Earth.
The beauty of science let's call it.
The moon is out all day. I don't want to shock you.
Not unlike the stars, say.
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Arthur C. Clarke from 2001: A Space Odyssey
There were other thinkers, Bowman also found, who held even more exotic views. They did not believe that really advanced beings would possess organic bodies at all. Sooner or later, as their scientific knowledge progressed, they would get rid of the fragile, disease-and-accident-prone homes that Nature had given them, and which doomed them to inevitable death. They would replace their natural bodies as they wore out—or perhaps even before that—by constructions of metal and plastic, and would thus achieve immortality. The brain might linger for a little while as the last remnant of the organic body, directing its mechanical limbs and observing the universe through its electronic senses—senses far finer and subtler than those that blind evolution could ever develop.
Nope, not yet.
Hello, Dave, said Hal presently. Have you found the trouble?
Oh, indeed, Hal, he found it.
They both knew, of course, that Hal was hearing every word.
Okay, but can Hal read lips?
The more wonderful the means of communication, the more trivial, tawdry, or depressing its contents seemed to be.
And thus was invented social media.
Unlike the animals, who knew only the present, Man had acquired a past; and he was beginning to grope toward a future.
The other animals he means.
Someone had once said that you could be terrified in space, but you could not be worried there.
Bullshit of course.
After all, where are we on planet Earth if not in space.
There were other thinkers, Bowman also found, who held even more exotic views. They did not believe that really advanced beings would possess organic bodies at all. Sooner or later, as their scientific knowledge progressed, they would get rid of the fragile, disease-and-accident-prone homes that Nature had given them, and which doomed them to inevitable death. They would replace their natural bodies as they wore out—or perhaps even before that—by constructions of metal and plastic, and would thus achieve immortality. The brain might linger for a little while as the last remnant of the organic body, directing its mechanical limbs and observing the universe through its electronic senses—senses far finer and subtler than those that blind evolution could ever develop.
Nope, not yet.
Hello, Dave, said Hal presently. Have you found the trouble?
Oh, indeed, Hal, he found it.
They both knew, of course, that Hal was hearing every word.
Okay, but can Hal read lips?
The more wonderful the means of communication, the more trivial, tawdry, or depressing its contents seemed to be.
And thus was invented social media.
Unlike the animals, who knew only the present, Man had acquired a past; and he was beginning to grope toward a future.
The other animals he means.
Someone had once said that you could be terrified in space, but you could not be worried there.
Bullshit of course.
After all, where are we on planet Earth if not in space.
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For that which adapts to Kaos, Kaos becomes order.
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Aldous Huxley from Brave New World
If one's different, one's bound to be lonely.
Me? Couldn't be more different. Couldn't be less lonely.
One believes things because one has been conditioned to believe them.
You know, "out in a particular world historically, culturally and experientially."
I want to know what passion is. I want to feel something strongly.
Trust me: not all things.
I am I, and I wish I weren't.
Also, you are you and I wish you weren't.
Most human beings have an almost infinite capacity for taking things for granted.
At least until all hell breaks loose.
...most men and women will grow up to love their servitude and will never dream of revolution.
Though that, perhaps, is the good news.
If one's different, one's bound to be lonely.
Me? Couldn't be more different. Couldn't be less lonely.
One believes things because one has been conditioned to believe them.
You know, "out in a particular world historically, culturally and experientially."
I want to know what passion is. I want to feel something strongly.
Trust me: not all things.
I am I, and I wish I weren't.
Also, you are you and I wish you weren't.
Most human beings have an almost infinite capacity for taking things for granted.
At least until all hell breaks loose.
...most men and women will grow up to love their servitude and will never dream of revolution.
Though that, perhaps, is the good news.
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Philip K. Dick from Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?
Mankind needs more empathy.
Like they deserve it!
Womankind maybe.
Love is another name for sex.
Not counting pets of course.
Or, rather, I hope so.
The tyranny of an object, he thought. It doesn't know I exist.
Especially when it breaks down.
As long as some creature experienced joy, then the condition for all other creatures included a fragment of joy. However, if any living being suffered, then for all the rest the shadow could not be entirely cast off. A herd animal such as man would acquire a higher survival factor through this; an owl or a cobra would be destroyed.
Wow, aren't we the lucky ones.
Empathy, evidently, existed only within the human community, whereas intelligence to some degree could be found throughout every phylum and order including the arachnida. For one thing, the empathic faculty probably required an unimpaired group instinct; a solitary organism, such as a spider, would have no use for it; in fact it would tend to abort a spider’s ability to survive. It would make him conscious of the desire to live on the part of his prey. Hence all predators, even highly developed mammals such as cats, would starve.
Wow, aren't we the lucky ones.
Silence. It flashed from the woodwork and the walls; it smote him with an awful, total power, as if generated by a vast mill. It rose from the floor, up out of the tattered gray wall-to-wall carpeting. It unleashed itself from the broken and semi-broken appliances in the kitchen, the dead machines which hadn’t worked in all the time Isidore had lived here. From the useless pole lamp in the living room it oozed out, meshing with the empty and wordless descent of itself from the fly-specked ceiling. It managed in fact to emerge from every object within his range of vision, as if it—the silence—meant to supplant all things tangible.
Next up: silence here.
Or what's left of it.
Mankind needs more empathy.
Like they deserve it!
Womankind maybe.
Love is another name for sex.
Not counting pets of course.
Or, rather, I hope so.
The tyranny of an object, he thought. It doesn't know I exist.
Especially when it breaks down.
As long as some creature experienced joy, then the condition for all other creatures included a fragment of joy. However, if any living being suffered, then for all the rest the shadow could not be entirely cast off. A herd animal such as man would acquire a higher survival factor through this; an owl or a cobra would be destroyed.
Wow, aren't we the lucky ones.
Empathy, evidently, existed only within the human community, whereas intelligence to some degree could be found throughout every phylum and order including the arachnida. For one thing, the empathic faculty probably required an unimpaired group instinct; a solitary organism, such as a spider, would have no use for it; in fact it would tend to abort a spider’s ability to survive. It would make him conscious of the desire to live on the part of his prey. Hence all predators, even highly developed mammals such as cats, would starve.
Wow, aren't we the lucky ones.
Silence. It flashed from the woodwork and the walls; it smote him with an awful, total power, as if generated by a vast mill. It rose from the floor, up out of the tattered gray wall-to-wall carpeting. It unleashed itself from the broken and semi-broken appliances in the kitchen, the dead machines which hadn’t worked in all the time Isidore had lived here. From the useless pole lamp in the living room it oozed out, meshing with the empty and wordless descent of itself from the fly-specked ceiling. It managed in fact to emerge from every object within his range of vision, as if it—the silence—meant to supplant all things tangible.
Next up: silence here.
Or what's left of it.
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Ursula K. Le Guin from The Left Hand of Darkness
How does one hate a country, or love one?... I know people, I know towns, farms, hills and rivers and rocks, I know how the sun at sunset in autumn falls on the side of a certain plowland in the hills; but what is the sense of giving a boundary to all that, of giving a name and ceasing to love where the name ceases to apply? What is the love of one's country; is it hate of one's uncountry? Then it's not a good thing.
Well, that settles it then.
The unknown, said Faxe's soft voice in the forest,"the unforetold, the unproven, that is what life is based on. Ignorance is the ground of thought. Unproof is the ground of action. If it were proven that there is no God there would be no religion. No Handdara, no Yomesh, no hearthgods, nothing. But also if it were proven that there is a God, there would be no religion. Tell me, Genry, what is known? What is sure, unpredictable, inevitable -- the one certain thing you know concerning your future, and mine?
That we shall die.
Yes, There's really only one question that can be answered, Genry, and we already know the answer. ... The only thing that makes life possible is permanent, intolerable uncertainty: not knowing what comes next.
Well, that settles it then.
But it doesn't take a thousand men to open a door, my lord.
It might to keep it open.
Just ask, among others, Vladimir Putin.
To be an atheist is to maintain God. His existence or his non existence, it amounts to much the same, on the plane of proof. Thus proof is a word not often used among the Handdarata, who have chosen not to treat God as a fact, subject either to proof or to belief: and they have broken the circle, and go free. To learn which questions are unanswerable, and not to answer them: this skill is most needful in times of stress and darkness.
See, I told you.
One voice speaking truth is a greater force than fleets and armies...
I suppose the most important thing, the heaviest single factor in one's life, is whether one's born male or female. In most societies it determines one's expectations, activities, outlook, ethics, manners—almost everything. Vocabulary. Semiotic usages. Clothing. Even food. Women... women tend to eat less. It's extremely hard to separate the innate differences from the learned ones. Even where women participate equally with men in the society, they still after all do all the childbearing, and so most of the child-rearing....
What to make of that, right?
How does one hate a country, or love one?... I know people, I know towns, farms, hills and rivers and rocks, I know how the sun at sunset in autumn falls on the side of a certain plowland in the hills; but what is the sense of giving a boundary to all that, of giving a name and ceasing to love where the name ceases to apply? What is the love of one's country; is it hate of one's uncountry? Then it's not a good thing.
Well, that settles it then.
The unknown, said Faxe's soft voice in the forest,"the unforetold, the unproven, that is what life is based on. Ignorance is the ground of thought. Unproof is the ground of action. If it were proven that there is no God there would be no religion. No Handdara, no Yomesh, no hearthgods, nothing. But also if it were proven that there is a God, there would be no religion. Tell me, Genry, what is known? What is sure, unpredictable, inevitable -- the one certain thing you know concerning your future, and mine?
That we shall die.
Yes, There's really only one question that can be answered, Genry, and we already know the answer. ... The only thing that makes life possible is permanent, intolerable uncertainty: not knowing what comes next.
Well, that settles it then.
But it doesn't take a thousand men to open a door, my lord.
It might to keep it open.
Just ask, among others, Vladimir Putin.
To be an atheist is to maintain God. His existence or his non existence, it amounts to much the same, on the plane of proof. Thus proof is a word not often used among the Handdarata, who have chosen not to treat God as a fact, subject either to proof or to belief: and they have broken the circle, and go free. To learn which questions are unanswerable, and not to answer them: this skill is most needful in times of stress and darkness.
See, I told you.
One voice speaking truth is a greater force than fleets and armies...
I suppose the most important thing, the heaviest single factor in one's life, is whether one's born male or female. In most societies it determines one's expectations, activities, outlook, ethics, manners—almost everything. Vocabulary. Semiotic usages. Clothing. Even food. Women... women tend to eat less. It's extremely hard to separate the innate differences from the learned ones. Even where women participate equally with men in the society, they still after all do all the childbearing, and so most of the child-rearing....
What to make of that, right?
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Very, very few men can be impregnated, although I have been told it has happened once or twice before that scholars and scientists are aware of (not sure how true that is). That's pretty close to a constant. Both male and female are necessary for humanity to survive and flourish. Females must by necessity be the ones to carry a developing child and males must by necessity be the ones to provide the sperm and maybe after that it's probably best for males to try to collaborate with females in helping the children develop into adults in a way that brings about harmony and well-being in both society and individuals.iambiguous wrote: ↑Sat Apr 22, 2023 7:21 pm I suppose the most important thing, the heaviest single factor in one's life, is whether one's born male or female. In most societies it determines one's expectations, activities, outlook, ethics, manners—almost everything. Vocabulary. Semiotic usages. Clothing. Even food. Women... women tend to eat less. It's extremely hard to separate the innate differences from the learned ones. Even where women participate equally with men in the society, they still after all do all the childbearing, and so most of the child-rearing....
What to make of that, right?
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Joseph Heller from Catch--22
Maybe a long life does have to be filled with many unpleasant conditions if it's to seem long. But in that event, who wants one?
A trick question?
Yossarian's attitude toward his roommates turned merciful and protective at the mere recollection of Captain Black. It was not their fault that they were young and cheerful, he reminded himself as he carried the swinging beam of his flashlight back through the darkness. He wished that he could be young and cheerful, too. And it wasn't their fault that they were courageous, confident and carefree. He would just have to be patient with them until one or two were killed and the rest wounded, and then they would all turn out okay.
Ah, of course: the real world.
Oh, they're there all right, Orr had assured him about the flies in Appleby's eyes after Yossarian's fist fight in the officers' club, although he probably doesn't even know it. That's why he can't see things as they really are.
How come he doesn't know it? inquired Yossarian.
Because he's got flies in his eyes, Orr explained with exaggerated patience. How can he see he's got flies in his eyes if he's got flies in his eyes?
And the equivalent of that here, of course.
Last night in the latrine. Didn't you whisper that we couldn't punish you to that other dirty son of a bitch we don't like? What's his name?
Yossarian, sir, Lieutenant Scheisskopf said.
Yes, Yossarian. That's right. Yossarian. Yossarian? Is that his name? Yossarian? What the hell kind of a name is Yossarian?"
Lieutenant Scheisskopf had the facts at his finger tips. It's Yossarian's name, sir, he explained.
Next up: names of the dirty sons of bitches we don't like here.
Of course you’re dying. We’re all dying. Where the devil else do you think you’re heading?
You know, being philosophical about it.
Racial prejudice is a terrible thing, Yossarian. It really is. It's a terrible thing to treat a decent, loyal Indian like a n*****, ****, wop, or spic.
Of course, some might disagree.
Maybe a long life does have to be filled with many unpleasant conditions if it's to seem long. But in that event, who wants one?
A trick question?
Yossarian's attitude toward his roommates turned merciful and protective at the mere recollection of Captain Black. It was not their fault that they were young and cheerful, he reminded himself as he carried the swinging beam of his flashlight back through the darkness. He wished that he could be young and cheerful, too. And it wasn't their fault that they were courageous, confident and carefree. He would just have to be patient with them until one or two were killed and the rest wounded, and then they would all turn out okay.
Ah, of course: the real world.
Oh, they're there all right, Orr had assured him about the flies in Appleby's eyes after Yossarian's fist fight in the officers' club, although he probably doesn't even know it. That's why he can't see things as they really are.
How come he doesn't know it? inquired Yossarian.
Because he's got flies in his eyes, Orr explained with exaggerated patience. How can he see he's got flies in his eyes if he's got flies in his eyes?
And the equivalent of that here, of course.
Last night in the latrine. Didn't you whisper that we couldn't punish you to that other dirty son of a bitch we don't like? What's his name?
Yossarian, sir, Lieutenant Scheisskopf said.
Yes, Yossarian. That's right. Yossarian. Yossarian? Is that his name? Yossarian? What the hell kind of a name is Yossarian?"
Lieutenant Scheisskopf had the facts at his finger tips. It's Yossarian's name, sir, he explained.
Next up: names of the dirty sons of bitches we don't like here.
Of course you’re dying. We’re all dying. Where the devil else do you think you’re heading?
You know, being philosophical about it.
Racial prejudice is a terrible thing, Yossarian. It really is. It's a terrible thing to treat a decent, loyal Indian like a n*****, ****, wop, or spic.
Of course, some might disagree.
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Racial prejudice is a terrible thing, Yossarian. It really is. It's a terrible thing to treat a decent, loyal Indian like a n*****, ****, wop, or spic.
Just out of curiosity...
Why does the N word become n***** and the K word become **** here?
Bur wop is still wop and spic is still spic?
Also, in the book, Heller's whole point is to mock such prejudices.
Just out of curiosity...
Why does the N word become n***** and the K word become **** here?
Bur wop is still wop and spic is still spic?
Also, in the book, Heller's whole point is to mock such prejudices.
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The Onion
Teacher’s Lounge The Site Of 5 Separate Emotional Breakdowns Today
And that's just in the philosophy department.
Secular Man Wishes He Had Better Way To Console Bereaved Friend Than ‘Total Bummer, Dude’
How about, "better him than you".
Kennedy Curse Sure Taking Its Sweet Time With RFK Jr.
Yeah, God, what about that? And make it Covid please.
Fan Respects Women Too Much To See Their Bodies Commodified As Athletes
Does this perhaps go too far?
Tee Ball Coach Reminds Players To Use Both Hands When Sobbing Into Glove
Seriously, he wondered, what the hell is Tee Ball?
NASA Announces Plans To Place Giant Pair Of Shades On Sun
Your turn to Google it.
Teacher’s Lounge The Site Of 5 Separate Emotional Breakdowns Today
And that's just in the philosophy department.
Secular Man Wishes He Had Better Way To Console Bereaved Friend Than ‘Total Bummer, Dude’
How about, "better him than you".
Kennedy Curse Sure Taking Its Sweet Time With RFK Jr.
Yeah, God, what about that? And make it Covid please.
Fan Respects Women Too Much To See Their Bodies Commodified As Athletes
Does this perhaps go too far?
Tee Ball Coach Reminds Players To Use Both Hands When Sobbing Into Glove
Seriously, he wondered, what the hell is Tee Ball?
NASA Announces Plans To Place Giant Pair Of Shades On Sun
Your turn to Google it.
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Andy Warhol
It’s not what you are that counts, it’s what they think you are.
Tell me about it!
I'm not afraid to die; I just don't want to be there when it happens.
Woody Warhol?
Sometimes people let the same problem make them miserable for years when they could just say, "So what."
"My mother didn't love me." So what.
"My husband won't ball me." So what.
"I'm a success but I'm still alone." So what.
I don't know how I made it through all the years before I learned how to do that trick. It took a long time for me to learn it, but once you do, you never forget.
You first.
You need to let the little things that would ordinarily bore you suddenly thrill you.
How's that going for you?
What's great about this country is America started the tradition where the richest consumers buy essentially the same things as the poorest. You can be watching TV and see Coca-Cola, and you can know that the President drinks Coke, Liz Taylor drinks Coke, and just think, you can drink Coke, too. A Coke is a Coke and no amount of money can get you a better Coke than the one the bum on the corner is drinking. All the Cokes are the same and all the Cokes are good.
He means Pepsi of course.
Fantasy love is much better than reality love. Never doing it is very exciting. The most exciting attractions are between two opposites that never meet.
Next up: fantasy philosophy.
It’s not what you are that counts, it’s what they think you are.
Tell me about it!
I'm not afraid to die; I just don't want to be there when it happens.
Woody Warhol?
Sometimes people let the same problem make them miserable for years when they could just say, "So what."
"My mother didn't love me." So what.
"My husband won't ball me." So what.
"I'm a success but I'm still alone." So what.
I don't know how I made it through all the years before I learned how to do that trick. It took a long time for me to learn it, but once you do, you never forget.
You first.
You need to let the little things that would ordinarily bore you suddenly thrill you.
How's that going for you?
What's great about this country is America started the tradition where the richest consumers buy essentially the same things as the poorest. You can be watching TV and see Coca-Cola, and you can know that the President drinks Coke, Liz Taylor drinks Coke, and just think, you can drink Coke, too. A Coke is a Coke and no amount of money can get you a better Coke than the one the bum on the corner is drinking. All the Cokes are the same and all the Cokes are good.
He means Pepsi of course.
Fantasy love is much better than reality love. Never doing it is very exciting. The most exciting attractions are between two opposites that never meet.
Next up: fantasy philosophy.
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. from Slaughterhouse-Five
I have told my sons that they are not under any circumstances to take part in massacres, and that the news of a massacre of enemies is not to fill them with satisfaction or glee.
Let's all do that. Daughters too.
Well, the wrong massacres anyway.
How … ? she began, and she stopped. She was too tired. She hoped that she wouldn’t have to say the rest of the sentence, that Billy would finish it for her. But Billy had no idea what was on her mind. “How what, Mother?” he prompted. She swallowed hard, shed some tears. Then she gathered energy from all over her ruined body, even from her toes and fingertips. At last she had accumulated enough to whisper this complete sentence: “How did I get so old?"
Let's not go there, okay?
Would - would you mind telling me - he said to the guide, much deflated, what was so stupid about that?
We know how the Universe ends, said the guide, and Earth has nothing to do with it, except that it gets wiped out, too.
How - how does the Universe end? said Billy.
We blow it up, experimenting with new fuels for our flying saucers. A Trafalmodarian test pilot presses a starter button, and the whole Universe disappears. So it goes.
So it's gone.
The visitor from outer space made a serious study of Christianity, to learn, if he could, why Christians found it so easy to be cruel.
No, really, why did they?
Echolalia is a mental disease which makes people immediately repeat things that well people around them say. But Billy didn't really have it. Rumfoord simply insisted, for his own comfort, that Billy had it. Rumfoord was thinking in a military manner: that an inconvenient person, one whose death he wished for very much, for practical reasons, was suffering from a repulsive disease.
Anyone here think like that? Or, perhaps, anyone here not think like that?
Get out of the road, you dumb motherfucker!
Next up: the equivalent of that here.
I have told my sons that they are not under any circumstances to take part in massacres, and that the news of a massacre of enemies is not to fill them with satisfaction or glee.
Let's all do that. Daughters too.
Well, the wrong massacres anyway.
How … ? she began, and she stopped. She was too tired. She hoped that she wouldn’t have to say the rest of the sentence, that Billy would finish it for her. But Billy had no idea what was on her mind. “How what, Mother?” he prompted. She swallowed hard, shed some tears. Then she gathered energy from all over her ruined body, even from her toes and fingertips. At last she had accumulated enough to whisper this complete sentence: “How did I get so old?"
Let's not go there, okay?
Would - would you mind telling me - he said to the guide, much deflated, what was so stupid about that?
We know how the Universe ends, said the guide, and Earth has nothing to do with it, except that it gets wiped out, too.
How - how does the Universe end? said Billy.
We blow it up, experimenting with new fuels for our flying saucers. A Trafalmodarian test pilot presses a starter button, and the whole Universe disappears. So it goes.
So it's gone.
The visitor from outer space made a serious study of Christianity, to learn, if he could, why Christians found it so easy to be cruel.
No, really, why did they?
Echolalia is a mental disease which makes people immediately repeat things that well people around them say. But Billy didn't really have it. Rumfoord simply insisted, for his own comfort, that Billy had it. Rumfoord was thinking in a military manner: that an inconvenient person, one whose death he wished for very much, for practical reasons, was suffering from a repulsive disease.
Anyone here think like that? Or, perhaps, anyone here not think like that?
Get out of the road, you dumb motherfucker!
Next up: the equivalent of that here.
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iambiguous
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Re: Quote of the day
Joseph Conrad from Heart of Darkness
No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one’s existence--that which makes its truth, its meaning--its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live, as we dream--alone.
Sort of, let's say.
Your strength is just an accident arising from the weakness of others.
Sometimes, let's say.
It was written I should be loyal to the nightmare of my choice.
Coming here for example.
Droll thing life is -- that mysterious arrangement of merciless logic for a futile purpose.
You know, if droll is the word.
The mind of man is capable of anything.
The horror! The horror!
He struggled with himself, too. I saw it -- I heard it. I saw the inconceivable mystery of a soul that knew no restraint, no faith, and no fear, yet struggling blindly with itself.
Fortunately, only all the way to the grave.
No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one’s existence--that which makes its truth, its meaning--its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live, as we dream--alone.
Sort of, let's say.
Your strength is just an accident arising from the weakness of others.
Sometimes, let's say.
It was written I should be loyal to the nightmare of my choice.
Coming here for example.
Droll thing life is -- that mysterious arrangement of merciless logic for a futile purpose.
You know, if droll is the word.
The mind of man is capable of anything.
The horror! The horror!
He struggled with himself, too. I saw it -- I heard it. I saw the inconceivable mystery of a soul that knew no restraint, no faith, and no fear, yet struggling blindly with itself.
Fortunately, only all the way to the grave.
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iambiguous
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Re: Quote of the day
Bill Watterson
The surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that it has never tried to contact us.
That settles that then.
You know what's weird? Day by day, nothing seems to change, but pretty soon...everything's different.
Sort of, anyway.
In my opinion, we don't devote nearly enough scientific research to finding a cure for jerks.
Or, as we all agreed to call them here...pinheads.
I'm a misunderstood genius.
What's misunderstood?
Nobody thinks I'm a genius.
Next up: misunderstood pinheads.
I find my life is a lot easier the lower I keep my expectations.
So, just out of curiosity, how low should we go here?
God put me on earth to accomplish certain things. Right now, I’m so far behind, I’ll never die.
Let's all try that.
The surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that it has never tried to contact us.
That settles that then.
You know what's weird? Day by day, nothing seems to change, but pretty soon...everything's different.
Sort of, anyway.
In my opinion, we don't devote nearly enough scientific research to finding a cure for jerks.
Or, as we all agreed to call them here...pinheads.
I'm a misunderstood genius.
What's misunderstood?
Nobody thinks I'm a genius.
Next up: misunderstood pinheads.
I find my life is a lot easier the lower I keep my expectations.
So, just out of curiosity, how low should we go here?
God put me on earth to accomplish certain things. Right now, I’m so far behind, I’ll never die.
Let's all try that.