She says, “Were you in love with him?”
“Yes,” I say, simply. James and I put each other through the kind of reckless passions Gwendolyn once talked about, joy and anger and desire and despair. After all that, was it really so strange? I am no longer baffled or amazed or embarrassed by it. “Yes, I was.” It’s not the whole truth. The whole truth is, I’m in love with him still.
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We wage wars, believe in religions, bury our dead and get embarrassed about sex.
Sayfa 17 - Strange Creatures
Neden sessizlikten utanıyoruz? Tüm gürültüde nasıl bir rahatlık buluyoruz?
Why are we embarrassed by silence? What comfort do we find in all the noise?
He shot me a slow smile of warning. “She had this book—it’s her favorite. She even brought it with her when we left Masadonia.”
“I did not,” I stated.
“She’s embarrassed about it,” he went on, “because it’s a sex book. And not just any sex book. It’s full of all kinds of dirty and unimaginable—” I snapped forward, punching him in the stomach.
“Fuck,” Casteel doubled over with a grunt as Naill let out a low whistle.
“Gods.”
I crossed my arms. “Happy now?”
“Yeah,” he exhaled raggedly. “I will be once I can breathe again.”
Embarrassed?
Most of these cartoons boil down to just two joke archetypes: in one, the caveman family does things quite primitively and, in the other, the caveman family is surprisingly sophisticated despite living in a cave. In both cases the joke plays on our preconceived image of cavemen and Neanderthals representing the opposite of civilization and, ultimately, on our deep discomfort that our advanced society arose from humble and embarrassing beginnings. We laugh not because cavemen and Neanderthals are beneath us but because they are us.
Loudy Inner Voice
…as I was walking from my office in my backyard into my house, I realized there was this little teeny-weenie voice whispering in my head. I’m not sure how long it had been there, but it suddenly got just one decibel louder. It whispered, ‘There is no god.’
And I tried to ignore it. But it got a teeny bit louder. ‘There is no god. There is no god. Oh my god, there is no god.’…
And I shuddered. I felt I was slipping off the raft.
And then I thought, ‘But I can’t. I don’t know if I can not believe in God. I need God. I mean, we have a history’…
‘But I don’t know how to not believe in God. I don’t know how you do it. How do you get up, how do you get through the day?’ I felt unbalanced…
I thought, ‘Okay, calm down. Let’s just try on the not-believing-in-God glasses for a moment, just for a second. Just put on the no-God glasses and take a quick look around and then immediately throw them off.’ And I put them on and I looked around.
I’m embarrassed to report that I initially felt dizzy. I actually had the thought, ‘Well, how does the Earth stay up in the sky? You mean, we’re just hurtling through space? That’s so vulnerable!’ I wanted to run out and catch the Earth as it fell out of space into my hands.
And then I remembered, ‘Oh yeah, gravity and angular momentum is gonna keep us revolving around the sun for probably a long, long time.’
She looked upon the creature, and its eye-as big as her head rolled toward her, focusing, seeing her. In that moment, Shallan couldn't feel the cold. She couldn't feel embarrassed, She was looking into a world that, so far as she knew, no scholar had ever visited.
She blinked her eyes, taking a Memory of the creature, collecting it for later sketching.
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If the only polite way to talk about sexuality is in medical Latin—vulvas and pudendas, penes and testes —are only doctors allowed to talk about sex? Is sex all about disease? Meanwhile, most of the originally English words—cock and cunt, fucking, and, oh yes, slut —often have a hostile or coarse feel to them and are used as insults to degrade people and their sexuality. Euphemisms—peepees and pussies, jade gates and mighty towers —sound as if we are embarrassed. Maybe we are.
Her words were soft at the edges. “Those were the days.…” she said, right before she fell forward. It happened so fast Kell could do nothing but throw his arms around her.
“Lila?” he asked, first gently, and then more urgently. “Lila?”
She murmured against his front, something about sharp knives and soft corners, but didn’t rouse, and Kell shot a glance at Hastra, who was still standing there, looking thoroughly embarrassed.
“What have you done?” demanded Kell.
“It was just a tonic, sir,” he fumbled, “something for sleep.”
“You drugged her?”
“It was Tieren’s order,” said Hastra, chastised. “He said she was mad and stubborn and no use to us dead.” Hastra lowered his voice when he said this, mimicking Tieren’s tone with startling accuracy.
“And what do you plan to do when she wakes back up?”
Hastra shrank back. “Apologize?”
Kell made an exasperated sound as Lila nuzzled—actually nuzzled—his shoulder.
“I suggest,” he snapped at the young man, “you think of something better. Like an escape route.”
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I was closely involved with this operation. Obote and I had a personal radio link with Amin. Ours was code- named “Sparrow”; Amin’s was “Kisu.” The rebels often came to Entebbe, stayed in Amin’s house, and saw Obote. Their greatest need was for arms and transport. They had no cash, but they did have truckloads of gold and ivory, seized as they
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“Were you in love with him?”
“Yes,” I say, simply. James and I put each other through the kind of reckless passions Gwendolyn once talked about, joy and anger and desire and despair. After all that, was it really so strange? I am no longer baffled or amazed or embarrassed by it. “Yes, I was.” It’s not the whole truth. The whole truth is, I’m in love with him still.
The Curse Of The Dutch House
“It drove Dad to distraction, I remember that. She told me once if it were up to her she’d give the place to the nuns, let them turn it into an orphanage or an old folks’ home. Then she said the nuns and the orphans and the old folks would probably be too embarrassed to live there.”
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I am embarrassed to tell it, so rudimentary it seems, like an infant’s discovery that her hand is her own. But that is what I was then, an infant.
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The older Mario gets, the more confused he gets about the fact that everyone at E.T.A over the age of about Kent Blott finds stuff that’s really real uncomfortable and they get embarrassed. It’s like there’s some rule that real stuff can only get mentioned if everybody rolls their eyes or laughs in a way that isn’t happy.
Sayfa 592 - Y.D.A.U.
I read once that women are more likely than men to cry when they are angry. I know that women cry out of shame. We are afraid of our anger, embarrassed by the way that it transforms us. We cry to quell what we feel, even when it's trying to tell us something, even when it has every right to exist.
