'i need lunch for me and three of my officers. think you could go in there and rustle up some sandwiches? there's a five pounds in it for you if they're edible.'
'yes, sir. certainly, sir. they'll be the best you ever tasted.' he trotted into the house.
'your fiver's safe, mr barnes,' george said. 'the wrapper will be the only edible bit, take it from me.'
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Suddenly the old story—the water and the gray morning and James’s remark, It would take more than that—was too familiar, too close for comfort to more recent memories. He averted his eyes and I knew we were still thinking the same thing. We climbed into bed, pushed the pillows around, and pretended to get comfortable in disconcerted silence. I lay on my back, dismayed that the five or six inches of space between us suddenly felt like a hundred miles. My petty fears from the memorial service were confirmed—death wasn’t going to stop Richard tormenting us.
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*Giggles and kicks her feets*
"This sounds a bit crazy as I text this…but you only bought one ticket on this flight—right?"
It was a full five minutes before he answered, even though the three little dots had been going the entire time.
Lincoln: I may have bought more.
"How many did you buy?!"
Lincoln: Your row and the next. They didn’t put anyone in those seats, right?
"Um no…they’re empty. But why exactly did you do that?"
Lincoln: When your girlfriend is the hottest woman on the planet, you don’t take chances. Meeting you on a plane—that’s fucking romance book shit. Not happening.
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Professionally Woke Insecure Boys
I am very vigilant about excluding these kinds of men from my life. One strategy for doing this is rolling my eyes. Men hate this very much and are constantly telling me to stop. It’s like that Margaret Atwood quote that men are afraid women will laugh at them, and women are afraid men will kill them: men hate when I roll my eyes at them, and I
Ferrying across is like crossing a large body of water. When you traverse a strait or make a long crossing of the sea, you are "ferrying."
In passing through this human world, too, there are likely many places or occasions when you need to ferry across.
On a ship, you know where these places are, as well as the capacity of the vessel and and the weather patterns.
Though other ships may not venture out, you do - by responding to the conditions of the hour, relying on a crosswind or a tail wind, and, if the wind changes judiciously using oars. With your mind set on arriving at port, you board the ship and ferry across.
You should think in terms of ferrying across when you pass through society and set your mind on some serious matter. Even in the midst of battle or a conquest - you take into account the level of your opponent, judge your own degree of expertise... and ferry across.
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Benjamin felt himself on the verge of a proposal—with an effort he choked back the impulse. "You're just the romantic age," she continued—"fifty".
"Twenty-five is too worldly-wise; thirty is apt to be pale from overwork; forty is the age of long stories that take a whole cigar to tell; sixty is—oh, sixty is too near seventy; but fifty is the mellow age. I love fifty." Fifty seemed to Benjamin a glorious age. He longed passionately to be fifty.
"I've always said," went on Hildegarde, "that I'd rather marry a man of fifty and be taken care of than many a man of thirty and take care of him."
“Buy me a reproduction of that picture I was looking at when you found me. The one of the girl sitting on the bed.”
After a pause Rick said to the clerk, a heavy-jowled, middle-aged woman with netted gray hair, “Do you have a print of Munch’s Puberty?”
“Only in this book of his collected work,” the clerk said, lifting down a handsome glossy volume. “Twenty-five dollars.”
“I’ll take it.” He reached for his wallet.
Phil Resch said, “My departmental budget could never in a million years be stretched—”
“My own money,” Rick said; he handed the woman the bills and Luba the book. “Now let’s get started down,” he said to her and Phil Resch.
“It’s very nice of you,” Luba said as they entered the elevator. “There’s something very strange and touching about humans. An android would never have done that.” She glanced icily at Phil Resch. “It wouldn’t have occurred to him; as he said, never in a million years.” She continued to gaze at Resch, now with manifold hostility and aversion.
“I really don’t like androids. Ever since I got here from Mars my life has consisted of imitating the human, doing what she would do, acting as if I had the thoughts and impulses a human would have. Imitating, as far as I’m concerned, a superior life-form.” To Phil Resch she said, “Isn’t that how it’s been with you, Resch?"
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The Blinds
I moved to Philadelphia for some peace and quiet after New York City. After paying a week’s rent in a roominghouse, I walked down the street to look for the nearest bar. Half a block. I walked in and sat down. It was the poor part of town and the bar was fifty years old. You could smell the urine and shit of one-half a century wafting
