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I am lonely, God, shaken by the storms of fate. Unloved and abandoned I struggle in this hostile night. My heart grows heavy, and grows bitter each time I think of you. You are a blind God, full of cruelties, full of actions we do not understand. Why do you, you who have the power, why do you let the monsters and the scoundrels be happy, while the
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Erkekler saflık arıyorlar ; kalmadığı için evlenmek istemiyorlar. Dr. Redpill
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Many important aspects of music reproduction seem to come naturally to tubed amplifiers. They generally have superb presentation of instrumental timbres, smooth and unfatiguing treble, and spectacular soundstaging. The hard, brittle, edgy midrange and treble of many solid-state amplifiers is contrasted with the purity of timbre and sense of ease conveyed by a good tubed amp. Music has a warmth, ease, and natural musicality when reproduced by many tubed designs. The soundstage has an expansive quality, with a sense of bloom around instrumental images
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Çağdaş Amerikan edebiyatının en önemli temsilcilerinden ödüllü yazar Jonathan Frazen, modern bir klasik yaratmış. Yazar hem geniş bir coğrafyaya hemde içimizdeki karanlığa bakıp cinayetli, intiharlı, ebeveyn-çocuk ilişkisinin ezeli sorunlarıyla olduğu kadar internet çağının hastalıklarıyla da dolu bir roman yazmış.
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SaflıkJonathan Franzen · Sel Yayıncılık · 201838 okunma
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I pray on my knees so long, looking up sideways at my Christ, I suddenly wake up in a trance in the church with my knees aching and a sudden realization that I’ve been listening to a profound buzz in my ears that permeates throughout the church and throughout my ears and head and throughout the universe, the intrinsic silence of Purity (which is Divine). I sit in the pew quietly, rubbing my knees, the silence is roaring. –
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"The art of swimming – she supposed like any art – was about purity."
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Purity is not stupidity... Saflık, aptallık değildir...
Perhaps the closest England has come to having an institutionalized academy is the Society for Pure English, founded in 1913 by the poet Robert Bridges, who was concerned by the ‘advancing decay’ of English caused by the laziness of its speakers. Bridges attracted an impressive number of distinguished academic supporters for his mission to improve the language as an aid for ‘the intercommunication of ideas’. Yet, alongside his desire to promote intercultural harmony was a darker purpose that sought to root out the ‘blundering corruptions’ caused by those ‘communities of other-speaking races’ whose imperfect acquisition of the English language was infecting and mutilating the superior tongue. Bridges’ conflicted aims demonstrate how attempts to purify and control English are often driven by social, moral, and racial agendas; by seeking to keep English pure, Bridges was really concerned with the purity of its speakers.
“Do you want to know why it is I wear this crown?” “I am the first horseman,” he continues, “the one who was tasked with toppling your old way of living. You and your foolish brethren believed you could outpace God. You built and innovated, and in your quest you robbed the earth of its purity and forgot that you all had another master. “You all turned your backs on God—yes, even you, dear Sara—and I am here to make you remember. “I am your mortality. I am the ugly truth that your bodies are impermanent, feeble, corrupt. I am the reminder that all men must face a great and fearsome reckoning.” The rain thunders with his voice. “This is who I have always been and will always be—undying, unchanging.”
That’s what the sea had done to them, too. It had annihilated them without for a second relinquishing its formidable purity, those crests of glory that the water raised with a perseverance completely unconcerned with humankind. It was definitely a higher power. Once again, Amador was sure that this was God’s embrace and that Coronado had died in his terrible bosom.
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