Of the seven people here, three either asked me out or mentioned having feelings for me. Oh don’t worry, I got used to it long ago. Feelings happen. For context: The Runner is too polite to name names, so I guess I’ll just have to post this here instead. Angel: / (...
They did not do one-tenth of the work I did, did not put themselves out, were not distinguished for their talents, and did not make an effort to be celebrated, but just look at them! Their names are continually in the newspapers and on men’s lips! If you are not tired of ...
Mal wants to be the outcast, the rebellious, the devils advocate and always in opposition. In the Serenity movie his stubbornness almost make his crew fall apart. When the operative meet Mal at the companion retreat he neatly sums up his Antisocial motivation “I offer money you play the ma...
In one chapter Bod is dragged into an adventure with a group of scruffy ghouls who have names like “the famous writer Victor Hugo,”“the Bishop of Bath and Wells,” and “the 33rd President of the United States” (Harry Truman for those of you too busy to Google it). Early in the...
– Where men are crushed like clods, and crawl to find Some crater for their wretchedness; who lie In outcast immolation, doomed to dieFar from clean things or any hope of cheer, Cowed anger in their eyes, till darkness brims And roars into their heads, and they can hear Old childish ...
would come the trinkets the pharmaceutical reps would have brought him during the day, now presents for his children. They were pens, to spinning balls with names on them that we had never heard of or understood how to pronounce but they were the highlights of his coming home beside himself...
I remember all of them, even the puppies who didn’t have names and only stayed with us a few weeks. A squirrel reminds me of one, a gust of breeze of another, a shoe left sideways to its mate of yet a third. Each dog was individual, and with each I was lucky to share a lot...
it in its extremities—if names to you are titles by which factual things are known — if profanity is to you the name of a class of words, and not an implication of polluting horrors — then prize this book above rubies, for it is for you that it has been made. ...
I blasphemed the mightiest74 names of song because they had drawn75 Charlie from the path of direct narrative76, and would, later, spur him to imitate them; but I choked down my impatience77 until the first flood of enthusiasm should have spent itself and the boy returned to his dreams....
If women have been slaves, what shall I say of children; of the little children in alleys203 and sub-cellars; the little children who turn pale when they hear their fathers’ footsteps; little children who run away when they only hear their names called by the lips of a mother; little ...