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So I am working on a research paper on Crime and Punishment, by Fyodor Dostoevksy, I was looking for some more book support when I stumbled upon this quote, it is completely irrelevant to my thesis, but I am absolutely in love with it, so I thought I'd share. :)
We keep imagining eternity as an idea that cannot be grased, something vast, vast! But why must it be vast? Instead of all that, imagine suddenly that there will be one little room there, something like a village bathhouse, covered with soot, with spiders in all the corners, and that's the whole of eternity. I sometimes fancy something of the sort." - Svidrigailov talking with Raskolnikov, Part Four.
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“It was infinitely just – the punishments for sin were not visited from outside, decided by a higher power, but were the sins themselves, perpetuated eternally, stripped of the masks that had made them seductive once. Those who had given in to the selfish storms of passion, regardless of the cost to others, were now battered and driven by unceasing gales, forced to rise before them without rest. And so it was, down through the successive circles, the sins of indulgence, that injured self, the sins of anger that injured others, to the betrayal and corruption of the mind which damaged all mankind.”
“[...] the bent-limbed trees crowding along the mountain ridge, bearing the burden of the sky upon their backs.”
No Graves As Yet by Anne Perry
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"That is the reason I hate vulgar realism in literature. The man who could call a spade a spade should be compelled to use one. It is the only thing he is fit for." The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde Hello, booklovers. I have a feeling that mine is not an altogether right way of stepping here, but I do need some help from people who might be willing to provide it. The thing is I have written a book. Yes, yes, I’m laughing myself. Nonetheless, please, do save your sense of humour for when you start reading it. Being a self-publishing writer, however – atrociously sad world, this one! – I am currently looking for several volunteers to proofread what my insolence considers as a work a merit. Don’t let the word “proofreading” scare you though. I don’t mean ‘editing’ it professionally, just seeing that the wording is in conformity with standard British English. I hope my appeal for help does not hurt anybody’s feelings. If it does, I sincerely apologise. For the same reason of being a self-publishing comrade, the only remuneration I am able to offer will be a free copy of the book along with your name in its Special Thanks list. Not very much, I know. I would LOVE to pay for proofing services, but self-publishing means you put your money into having your work published, but you very seldom make profits. I haven’t been one of those lucky guys. If you’re curious, intrigued and tickled by any other feeling, you are more than welcome to visit the homepage of the future book, ‘The Red Britain Chronicles, or 4891: Comrade Cat, the Macho Axe Effect and the Human Gramophone’ at http://sites.google.com/site/theredbritainchronicles/ where you can read sample chapters hereof and decide if you’d be tempted by my unappealing offer, or not really. I would even go as far as advising you to get acquainted with the sample chapters in the first place so that, one day soon, you do not find yourselves wondering how you could have accepted to proof a book which is poor or not exactly to your taste. British English as your mother tongue would be sort of a plus in my case. (apologies if I sound in any way condescending or arrogant - I did not mean to sound this way at all!!!!!!!) Thank you for your patience and attention! And an excellent day to everyone! Alexander ps. May I ask you to respond to this post by sending me a private message (or ideally reply to my email - theredbritainchronicles@gmail.com ), instead of posting comments? Current Mood: artistic
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"I'm never getting married," Tariq whispered.
"Me neither," said Laila, but not before a moment of nervous hesitation. She worried that her voice had betrayed her disappointment at what he had said. Her heart galloping, she added, more forcefully this time, "Never."
"Weddings are stupid."
"All the fuss."
"All the money spent."
"For what?"
"For clothes you'll never wear again."
"Ha!"
"If I ever do get married," Tariq said, "they'll have to make room for three on the wedding stage. Me, the bride, and the guy holding the gun to my head."
The man in the front row gave them another admonishing look. On the screen, Alyona and her new husband locked lips. Watching the kiss, Laila felt strangely conspicuous all at once. She became intensely aware of her heart thumping, of the blood thudding in her ears, of the shape of Tariq beside her, tightening up, becoming still. The kiss dragged on. It seemed of utmost urgency to Laila, suddenly, that she not stir or make a noise. She sensed that Tariq was observing her- one eye on the kiss, the other on her- as she was observing him. Was he listening to the air whooshing in and out of her nose, she wondered, waiting for a subtle faltering, a revealing irregularity, that would betray her thoughts?
And what would it be like to kiss him, to feel the fuzzy hair above his lip tickling her own lips? Then Tariq shifted uncomfortably in his seat. In a strained voice, he said, "Did you know that if you fling snot in Siberia, it's a green icicle before it hits the ground?"
--A Thousand Splendid Suns, Khaled Hosseini
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WE WON WE WON WE FUCKING WON. Hel-lo, 6-17-5. I was trying to figure out what this weird sensation was; it's suddenly so light! and pleasurable! really good! SHIT IS THIS WHAT WINNING'S LIKE? It's been so long, I wasn't sure. (Just like listening to Montreal-Boston the other night, I wasn't sure about all these numbers. Second in PK? Do the rankings even go that low? WEIRD. I was sure that the only way to describe special teams was "twenty-ninth." Or "thirtieth." ETA, 21:38: Boston, obviously. Montreal's current status can best be summed-up as "suck," freaking awesome alumni warm-up notwithstanding. Oh, Montreal, the team you have now is the one you need to worry about! Also about booting Roy out of the building before he can give Price any more ideas.) Anyway, the Hurricanes media are pie-faced heteros, they haven't posted any pictures yet. NOTHING ELSE MATTERS. ERIK COLE GOT THE HAT-TRICK, WE KILLED SOME PENALTIES, BRYAN RODNEY IS A HUMAN. SO MUCH JOYYYY. Ahahaha RAYCROFT.   Tags: sports:hockey, theme:freakingoutwithglee
Current Music: Lady Gaga; Paparazzi
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