When I ask for a garment of a particular form, my tailoress tells me gravely, "They do not make them so now," not emphasizing the "They" at all, as if she quoted an authority as impersonal as the Fates, and I find it difficult to get made what I want, simply because she cannot believe that I mean what I say, that I am so rash.
Age is no better, hardly so well, qualified for an instructor as youth, for it has not profited so much as it has lost. One may almost doubt if the wisest man has learned any thing of absolute value by living. Practically, the old have no very important advice to give the young, their own experience has been so partial, and their lives have been such miser-able failures, for private reasons, as they must believe;
and it may be that they have some faith left which belies that experience, and they are only less young than they were. I have lived some thirty years on this planet, and I have yet to hear the first syllable of valu-able or even earnest advice from my seniors.
"What was in the box?" I asked.
"The body of Mr Wyatt's dead wife," the captain replied. "Mr Wyatt's wife died suddenly on June 14th. She died in Charleston, on the day before we sailed. Mr Wyatt had to return to New York. And he wanted to take his dead wife's body with him. None of the other captains wanted to carry a dead body in their ships.
Some people believe that it is bad luck to keep a dead person on a ship. But Mr Wyatt asked me again and again. He became very upset. At last I agreed. He lied to the shipping clerk and the other passengers. He said that there were valuable paintings in the box."
"So who was the Mrs Wyatt that I met?" I asked him.
"She was his servant," said the captain. "Wyatt loved his beautiful wife very much. Only I knew the truth."
Jacob Banks - Unknown (to you)
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I believe what I say
Why does everyone hear me wrong?
If I told you different, would it sound the same?
Would it make a difference in any way? Oh no
I know I’ve done wrong, I’ll pay for it
It’s your turn to talk, for once I’m listening
İnanır mısın, sevdiğim, orada yaşadığım iki yıl boyunca o küçük kasabanın 10'dan daha fazla sokağını görmedim
Would you believe it, beloved, I didn't come to know more than ten streets of the little town in the two years I lived there
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“I do not believe Islam and feminism clash, but due to the unavoidably fickle nature of humanity it’s hard for many people to make the distinction between Islam as a religion and Muslim culture. We can continue to point out that they are two different things, but until men stop using religion as a tool of oppression, we’re not going to get that far.”
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