When nobody moved, she flapped her hands to shoo us out of the auditorium, like we were so many unwelcome chickens. I loitered until James brushed past me, then followed him out to the loading dock. Alexander was already there, already lighting a spliff.
“That son of a bitch,” he said. “He’s got half as many lines as we do and he’s got the nerve to interrupt our first off-book run? Fuck him.” He sat down, sucked hard on the spliff, then passed it up to James, who took one short drag and handed it back.
“You’re not wrong,” he said as he exhaled, a cloud of white smoke issuing from his lips. “But neither is he.”
Alexander looked mutinous. “Well, fuck you, too.”
“Don’t pout. We should know our lines better. Richard’s called us out on it, is all.”
“Yeah,” I said, “but he was a major dick about it.”
One corner of James’s mouth twitched toward a smile. “True.”
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“'The other world' is well hidden from humans, that dehumaned, inhuman world that is a heavenly nothing. And the belly of being does not speak at all to humans, unless as a human."
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After all, to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.
Sayfa 320Kitabı okudu
So how many people die.
Wars and diplomatic ties,
They are all far, far away,
Like the tale before me play,
Beauty is quite far away too,
Though everywhere verses do construe;
And set ugliness them well aside,
For false laughter, tears, and pride.
Sayfa 17 - Liu Yi PublishingKitabı okuyor
Türkçe / English Review
Kitabın diğer incelemelerini incelerken çoğu okurun eserden "Çocuk kitabı" diye bahsettiğini gördüm ve 
Çizgili Pijamalı Çocuk ile benzer bir karışıklılığa girdiğini fark ettim. Maalesef günümüzde eserlerin baş kahramanları çocuk olunca hemen çocuk kitabı etiketi yapıştırılıyor içeriği göz önünde bulundurulmadan. Çizgili Pijamalı Çocuk 'da olduğu gibi travmatik
The Tell-Tale Face ... Can You Spot a Lie?
A rogue does not laugh in the same way that an honest man does; a hypocrite does not shed the tears of a man of good faith. All falsehood is a mask; and however well made the mask may be, with a little attention we may always succeed in distinguishing it from the true face.
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Bir düzenbaz, dürüst bir adam gibi gülmez; Münafık, iyi niyetli bir adamın gözyaşını dökmez. Bütün yalanlar bir maskedir; ve maske ne kadar iyi yapılmış olursa olsun, biraz dikkatle onu gerçek yüzden ayırmayı her zaman başarabiliriz.
Hipergami, onunla birlikte oturup beğendiğinizi iddia ettiğiniz tüm o piliç hareketlerini umursamıyor.
Hipergami, ev işlerinin üzerinize düşen kısmını ne kadar iyi yaptığınızla ilgilenmez.
Hipergami, ailesinin veya arkadaşlarının seni ne kadar sevdiğiyle ilgilenmez.
Hipergami, sizin "İyi" bir adam olduğunuzu düşünüp düşünmediğinizi ya da argümanınızın onur duyunuza ne kadar ikna edici olduğunu umursamaz.
Hipergami, çocukların biyolojik olarak size ait olup olmamasını umursamaz.
Hipergami, "sarhoş olması, yakışıklı olması ve bir şeyin diğerine yol açması..." umrunda değil.
Hipergami sizin ne kadar tatlı, komik ya da entelektüel olduğunuzu umursamıyor.
Hipergaminin "geleceğini hiç görmemiş olman" umrunda değil.
Hipergami sizin kırgın olmanızı umursamaz.
Hypergamy doesn’t care about all those chick flicks you sat through with her and claimed to like.
Hypergamy doesn’t care about how well you do your part of the household chores.
Hypergamy doesn’t care about how much her family or friends like you.
Hypergamy doesn’t care if you think you’re a “Good” guy or about how convincing your argument is for your sense of honor.
Hypergamy doesn’t care whether the children are biologically yours or not.
Hypergamy doesn’t care if “she was drunk, he was cute, and one thing led to another,..”
Hypergamy doesn’t care how sweet, funny or intellectual you are.
Hypergamy doesn’t care if you “never saw it coming.”
Hypergamy doesn’t care if you’re bitter.
Sayfa 135Kitabı okuyor
Men want, women want to be wanted. Is that it?
"We will live together," she continued, "share our daily life, so that we may find out whether we are really fitted for each other. I grant you all the rights of a husband, of a lover, of a friend. Are you satisfied?"
"I suppose, I'll have to be?"
"You don't have to."
"Well then, I want to—"
"Splendid. That is how a man speaks. Here is my hand."
You daughter of Zalım you!
It is only man's egoism which wants to keep woman like some buried treasure. All endeavors to introduce permanence in love, the most changeable thing in this changeable human existence, have gone shipwreck in spite of religious ceremonies, vows, and legalities. Can you deny that our Christian world has given itself over to corruption?" "But—" "But you are about to say, the individual who rebels against the arrangements of society is ostracized, branded, stoned. So be it. I am willing to take the risk; my principles are very pagan. I will live my own life as it pleases me. I am willing to do without your hypocritical respect; I prefer to be happy. The inventors of the Christian marriage have done well, simultaneously to invent immortality. I, however, have no wish to live eternally. When with my last breath everything as far as Wanda von Dunajew is concerned comes to an end here below, what does it profit me whether my pure spirit joins the choirs of angels, or whether my dust goes into the formation of new beings? Shall I belong to one man whom I don't love, merely because I have once loved him? No, I do not renounce; I love everyone who pleases me, and give happiness to everyone who loves me. Is that ugly?
No, it is more beautiful by far, than if cruelly I enjoy the tortures, which my beauty excites, and virtuously reject the poor fellow who is pining away for me. I am young, rich, and beautiful, and I live serenely for the sake of pleasure and enjoyment."
Forever below is rough deck, snacks, thin metal music, down where you once used to be; the line is solid and has no reverse gear; and the water, of course, is only soft when you're inside it. Look down. Now it moves in the sun, full of hard coins of light that shimmer red as they stretch away into a mist that is your own sweet salt. The coins crack into new moons, long shards of light from the hearts of sad stars. The square tank is a cold blue sheet. Cold is just a kind of hard. A kind of blind. You have been taken off guard. Happy Birthday. Did you think it over. Yes and no. Hey kid.
Two black spots, violence, and disappear into a well of time. Height is not the problem. It all changes when you get back down. When you hit, with your weight.
So which is the lie? Hard or soft? Silence or time?
The lie is that it's one or other. A still, floating bee is moving faster than it can think. From overhead the sweetness drives it crazy.
The board will nod and you will go, and eyes of skin can cross blind into a cloud-blotched sky, punctured light emptying behind sharp stone that is forever. That is forever. Step into the skin and disappear.
Hello.
Sayfa 88 - David Foster WallaceKitabı okuyor
HIM <3
“It’s you I love,” he says. “I spent much of my life guarding my heart. I
guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn’t have one at all.
Even now, it is a shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous thing. But it is yours.”
Cardan
This is why it’s so important to use your late teens and 20’s to build something great. An outlier male is someone that enters the male advantage window 30-50 with youth, appearance, wealth and life setup all in place. Alternatively, it can be a wealthy man with high level intelligence, youth, knows 5 languages fluently and travels often. This example of a well-rounded man may not be physically attractive, but collectively he’s a standout/outlier within the male population. The idea is to increase your rarity to the point where it’s extremely hard to replicate or replace you. This strategy as a man, will enable you to land a wide range of beautiful women, and other men will naturally see you as a leading figure in society. The big three are simply universally accepted and make it easier to achieve outlier male status. ( big three; success, assets and fitness)
