But hold up for a minute: who is this “we” that’s always turning up in
critical writing? We is an escape hatch. We is cheap. We is a way of simultaneously sloughing off personal responsibility and taking on the mantle of easy authority. It’s the voice of the middlebrow male critic, the one who truly believes he knows how everyone else should think. We is corrupt. We is make-believe. The real question is this: can I love the art but hate the artist? Can you?
When I say “we,” I mean I. I mean you.
Hermione vs. RitaHarry Potter
Hermione stood up very abruptly, her butterbeer clutched in her hand as though it were a grenade.
“You horrible woman,” she said, through gritted teeth, “you don’t care, do you, anything for a story, and anyone will do, won’t they? Even Ludo Bagman —”
“Sit down, you silly little girl, and don’t talk about things you don’t understand,” said Rita Skeeter coldly, her eyes hardening as they fell on Hermione. “I know things about Ludo Bagman that would make your hair curl . . . not that it needs it —” she added, eyeing Hermione’s bushy hair.
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After that, the earth was filled with a mad rush of life, as if to make up for lost time. All the different species struggled to survive, fighting and eating each other. And there were two reasons why the paradise of the leaf creatures failed and the hell of many creatures killing each other succeeded: diversity and competition. In the absence of diversity, they had gone extinct for just one single reason: without competition, a superior creature better suited to the environment would not emerge.
Once the Romans discovered what the Christians were up to, they were confronted by the problem of toleration in a more exasperating form than even the Jews had presented. The Jews, after all, were “a sort of closed corporation, a people set apart from others by the mark of circumcision, who lived and worshiped largely by themselves, and did little active proselyting.” The Christians, on the other hand, were always talking about their Jesus. They were out to make Christians of the entire population of the empire, and the rapidity of their spread showed that this was no idle dream.
Fake Predictions and ForeshadowingHarry Potter
Harry Potter serisini daha once iki kez okumustum. Ucuncu ve buyuk ihtimalle son kez de orijinal dilinde okumak istedim.
14. Bolum’de (The Unforgivable Curses) Harry ve Ron’un Divination odevini uydurarak yaptiklari kismi okurken uydurduklari tahminlerin kitaptaki olaylara foreshadowing yaptigini fark ettim.
“You know,” said Ron, whose hair was on end because of all the times he had run his fingers through it in frustration, “I think it’s back to the old Divination standby.”
“What — make it up?”
“Yeah,” said Ron, sweeping the jumble of scrawled notes off the table, dipping his pen into some ink, and starting to write.
“Next Monday,” he said as he scribbled, “I am likely to develop a cough, owing to the unlucky conjunction of Mars and Jupiter.” He looked up at Harry. “You know her — just put in loads of misery, she’ll lap it up.”
“Right,” said Harry, crumpling up his first attempt and lobbing it over the heads of a group of chattering first years into the fire. “Okay . . . on Monday, I will be in danger of — er — burns.” —-> ILK GOREV EJDERHAYLA SAVAS
“Yeah, you will be,” said Ron darkly, “we’re seeing the skrewts again on Monday. Okay, Tuesday, I’ll . . . erm . . .”
“Lose a treasured possession,” said Harry, who was flicking through Unfogging the Future for ideas. —-> IKINCI GOREV ICIN ARKADASLARININ KACIRILMASI
“Good one,” said Ron, copying it down. “Because of . . . erm . . . Mercury. Why don’t you get stabbed in the back by someone you thought was a friend?” —-> MOODY OLAYLARI
“Yeah . . . cool . . .” said Harry, scribbling it down, “because . . . Venus is in the twelfth house.”
“And on Wednesday, I think I’ll come off worst in a fight.” —-> VOLDEMORT’LA KARSILASMASI
“Aaah, I was going to have a fight. Okay, I’ll lose a bet.”
“Yeah, you’ll be betting I’ll win my
I fnd it hard to talk about myselt. I'm always tripped up by
the eternal who am I? paradox. Sure, no one knows as much
Dure data about me as me. But when I talk about myself. all
sorts of other factors - values, standards, my own limitations
as an observer - make me, the narrator, select and eliminate
things about me, the narratee. I've always been disturbed by
the thought that I'm not painting a very objective picture
of myself.
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