"You made me nervous, I was doing all right before then!" Cho told Harry ruefully.
Mia : Are you tired ?
Knight : Yes.
Mia: Why?
Knight : I have dull company.
Mia : Do you mean your squire ?
Knight : No, not him.
Mia : Who do you mean, then ?
Knight : Myself.
Mia : I understand.
Knight : Do you, really?
Mia : Yes, I understand rather well. I have often wondered people torture themselves as often as they can. Isn't that so?
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You might be familiar with the concept of the minimum viable product, or MVP. Instead of trying to develop something perfect and then unveiling it like Steve Jobs at Macworld, you create the simplest possible version of what you’re offering and start selling it right away. That way, instead of endlessly refining something in a vacuum, you use feedback from actual customers to incrementally develop an offering people absolutely want to buy in the real world.
Asgari uygulanabilir ürün veya MVP kavramına aşina olabilirsiniz. Mükemmel bir şey geliştirmeye çalışıp onu Macworld'deki Steve Jobs gibi ortaya çıkarmak yerine, sunduğunuz şeyin mümkün olan en basit versiyonunu yaratır ve onu hemen satmaya başlarsınız. Bu şekilde, bir şeyi boşlukta sonsuza kadar geliştirmek yerine, insanların gerçek dünyada kesinlikle satın almak isteyeceği bir teklifi aşamalı olarak geliştirmek için gerçek müşterilerden gelen geri bildirimleri kullanırsınız.
“..but then in my experience men are curiously blind to aggression in women. They're the warriors, with their helmets and armour, their swords and spears, and they don't seem to see our battles or they prefer not to. Perhaps if they realized we're not the gentle creatures they take us for their own peace of mind would be disturbed.”
But Chloe Sauvage was no lunatic. She was something twice as dangerous.
Something I was too back then. But will never be again.
"And what is that, Silversaint?"
Gabriel met the vampire's eyes, a bitter smile on his lips.
"A believer."
It is uncertain whether the US and its allies will put most of their newfound unity and effort into resisting China and Russia, or whether they can also lift their sights to what is the biggest global challenge of this era – climate change. What is clear, however, is that the visions for international order on both sides are contradictory and incompatible. One will dominate the twenty-first century. If the most powerful liberal democracies still want to midwife a world in which the majority enjoy freedom of thought and expression and prize the rule of law and transparency, with governments under pressure to serve the people rather than the opposite, then they need a new playbook. Learning from our recent history and understanding the important differences between the New Cold War and the last, it is possible to identify five rules to manage this new contest. These rules can reduce the risk of devastating conflict, sustain some of the main benefits of economic globalization, revive liberal democracy, and create space for greater international cooperation on global challenges.
He often makes blithe remarks about things he ‘wishes’. I wish you didn’t have to go, he says when she’s leaving, or: I wish you could stay the night. If he really wished for any of those things, Marianne knows, then they would happen. Connell always gets what he wants, and then feels sorry for himself when what he wants doesn’t make him happy.
People say they "find" love, as if it were an object hidden by a rock. But love takes many forms, and it is never the same for any man and woman. What people find then is a certain love. And Eddie found a certain love with Marguerite, a grateful love, a deep but quiet love, one that he knew, above all else, was irreplaceable. Once she'd gone, he'd let the days go stale. He put his heart to sleep.
I was only half listening when Alexander leaned close to my ear and said, “Are you seeing what I’m seeing?”
“Huh?”
“Okay, actually pay attention for a minute and then tell me if you see it.”
At first I had no idea what he was talking about. But then I did see something—just a twitch at the corner of Meredith’s mouth as Richard’s hand brushed her back. They stood side by side, turned slightly toward each other, but Meredith didn’t quite look like Calpurnia, the perfect politician’s wife, adoring to the point of distraction. Her hand lay flat on Richard’s lapel, but it looked stiff and unnatural there. At the photographer’s instruction, he put one arm around her waist. She lifted her own arm, just barely, so their elbows weren’t touching.
“Trouble in paradise?” Alexander suggested.
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He watches her leave, then asks, “How much does she know?”
“She knows everything.” He frowns, eyes nearly disappearing beneath his thick brows. “People always forget about Filippa,” I add. “And later they always wish they hadn’t.”
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