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It's not the principles that kill you in the end, it's the books. - Michael Swanwick, The Iron Dragon's Daughter
What we cannot speak about we must pass over in silence. - Wittgenstein
Never express yourself more clearly than you think. - Niels Bohr
A labyrinthian man never looks for the truth, but only for his Ariadne. - Nietzsche
What else do you do with dark and sinister forces but play with them? - Deadlock, Khronicles of Khaos
There are three things that are real: God, human folly, and laughter. Since the first two pass our comprehension, we must do what we can with the third. - Valmiki, the Ramayana
If you want to tell the untold stories, if you want to give voice to the voiceless, you've got to find a language. Which goes for film as well as prose, for documentary as well as autobiography. Use the wrong language and you're dumb and blind. - Salman Rushdie
Even the oldest stories are new to somebody. - Neil Gaiman, The Kindly Ones
Perhaps Kafka laughed when he told stories... because one isn't always equal to oneself. - Primo Levi
When you set out for Ithaca, ask that your way be long. - Constantine Cavafy
"You can't do that", she said. "You can't have 'fairy tales' without 'fair'! And stuff you find out by determining what words are inside other words is never wrong. Now drink more tea." - Hitherby Dragons |
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I was, mostly at random, reminded of a previous post I made, a brief snark comment on the death penalty. I should also note at the top here that it quickly turns into rambling about books instead, though.
[Other point I was originally going to make, about why some people support the death penalty so strongly, excised because I can't yet find a way to put it that doesn't turn into a sneer.]
I think I may have it, now, so bear with me, Gentil Reader, while I ramble. ( or not )Tags: analogies, books, pacifism, rambling, roleplaying, sociology
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You know that feeling you get, when you just know that you could do anything you wanted that night, because the world is exactly the right shape to fit in the world-shaped hole you have - you know, that one, right there. Or possibly it's the other way around - but that means admitting you were the wrong shape to begin with, and who wants to do that, so let's stick with the hole we have. It's not all that nice, but then what did you expect you'd find when you dug a hole? Sky and fluffy white clouds? Most times, all you find down holes is dirt. If you're lucky, you get worms. So the world fits in pretty well, and you know something? It looks good on you. The classical metaphor for this mood is surfing, catching the wave just at the right moment and riding that narrow line of sweet water. But I've never done that, so I'll refrain, and use a homelier metaphor instead - cross-country riding, you have to balance just right, ride the movement and keep yourself on top of the curve, and when you feel the horse take off - well, you know how they always say, it feels like flying? The first time I flew, leastways the first time when I was old enough to appreciate it, I thought, this feels like showjumping. And the great thing is, you don't have to come down again for ages. Tags: analogies, personal
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