My body had become ageless. It took a heavily disapproving look from customers sitting next to us in a restaurant to apprise me of it, a look which far from making me ashamed, reinforced my determination not to hide my affair with a man “who could have been my son,” when any fifty-something guy could carry on openly with a woman obviously not his daughter without arousing disapproval.
"Even if I really came from people who were living like monkeys in trees, it was better to be that than what happened to me, what I became after I met you."
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Though it's no use loving someone who's soon to go away.
This was not a world of men. It was a world of gods, a time of great powers. It was the era of divinity walking in man, of wind and water and fire. And in warfare, she who held the power asymmetry was the inevitable victor.
She, the Last Speerly, called the greatest power of all.
And the Hesperians, no matter how hard they tried, could never take this from her.
"People who are too earnest can't bring themselves to blame others, so they end up blaming themselves and suffering for it."
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Who leads them on with foreign brand,
Far flashing in his red right hand?
"'Tis he-'tis he-I know him now,
I know him by his pallid brow;
I know him by the evil eye
That aids his envious treachery;
I know him by his jet-black ba;b,
Though now array'd in Arnaut garb,
Apostate from his own vile faith,
It shall not save him from the death;
'Tis he, well met in any hour,
Lost Leila's love-accursed Giaour!"
Çalmadığı bir bedenim kaldı diyor, adamı da diyor ki satsan onu da alır :D
"And you know that fellow who bought all the furniturw! He was buying for Farfrae, it seems!"
"My furniture too! Why he'll have my body next!"
"Perhaps he will, if you're ready to sell."
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The 17th century Turkish traveler Evliya Celebi described the population of the Steppe Crimea as follows: They always eat meat. They eat the meat of every animal, and dress in its skin, that is, they make a fur coat out of it.... mixing blood with millet, they drink the blood of every animal like stew. There are also several thousand Tatars who have never drunk water in their lives.
While it is much smaller than those described above, the most vociferous emigre Crimean Tatar community exists in the United States, where it is largely concentrated in the metropolitan New York area and is composed of five to eight hundred families. 29 Around two hundred families are World War II refugees, who immigrated to the United States during the
1960s.
For young people who had always read about their ancestors in the official literature as if about some kinds of barbarians and betrayers who were always being vanquished by the heroic Russians, it was of course pleasant to hear the "news" that the glorious Russian Czar Petr I was soundly beaten in 1711 at the river Prut by the Tatar forces, that Crimean Tatars had put things in order in Moscow more than once, and that Crimean Tatars had institutions of higher learning long ago.
When scientists analyze people who appear to have tremendous self-control, it turns out those individuals aren’t all that different from those who are struggling. Instead, “disciplined” people are better at structuring their lives in a way that does not require heroic willpower and self-control. In other words, they spend less time in tempting situations.
When nobody moved, she flapped her hands to shoo us out of the auditorium, like we were so many unwelcome chickens. I loitered until James brushed past me, then followed him out to the loading dock. Alexander was already there, already lighting a spliff.
“That son of a bitch,” he said. “He’s got half as many lines as we do and he’s got the nerve to interrupt our first off-book run? Fuck him.” He sat down, sucked hard on the spliff, then passed it up to James, who took one short drag and handed it back.
“You’re not wrong,” he said as he exhaled, a cloud of white smoke issuing from his lips. “But neither is he.”
Alexander looked mutinous. “Well, fuck you, too.”
“Don’t pout. We should know our lines better. Richard’s called us out on it, is all.”
“Yeah,” I said, “but he was a major dick about it.”
One corner of James’s mouth twitched toward a smile. “True.”
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Before I left at dawn I drew the lines of her hand on a piece of paper and gave it to Diva Sahibi for a
reading so I could know her soul. She said: A person who says only what she thinks. Perfect for manual labor.
She's in contact with someone who has died and from whom she expects help, but she's mistaken: the help she's
looking
