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Everyone has something good about them, she said. You have to find the redeeming quality and love the person for that. Oh yeah? I said. How about Hitler? What was his redeeming quality? Hitler loved dogs, Mom said without hesitation.

He would like, really, to take a long holiday. But he couldn’t afford to do that. He could afford it financially, of course, but he couldn’t afford to drop out. You were soon forgotten nowadays.

Quotations every day of the year.

A slightly uncommon condition of the some-long-word. Nothing at all serious, but it just needs putting right. A simple treatment.

What dreams would he have, not seeing. Life a dream for him. Where is the justice being born that way?

Where the bee sucks, there suck IIn the cow-slip's bell i lieThere I couch when owls do cry

Know all men, he said, time's ruins build eternity's mansions.

With will will we withstand, withsay.

Why what a fool was I to this drunken monster for a God. - Caliban

Good puzzle would be cross Dublin without passing a pub.

But I could tell thee of other things, Inglés, and do not doubt what thou simply cannot see nor cannot hear. Thou canst not hear what a dog hears. Nor canst thou smell what a dog smells. But already thou hast experienced a little of what can happen to man.

Coffined thoughts around me, in mummycases, embalmed in spice of words. Thoth, god of libraries, a birdgod, moonycrowned. And I heard the voice of that Egyptian highpriest. In painted chambers loaded with tilebooks. They are still. Once quick in the brains of men. Still: but an itch of death is in them, to tell me in my ear a maudlin tale, urge me to wreak their will.

And Stormgren hoped that when Karellen was free to walk once more on Earth, he would one day come to these northern forests, and stand beside the grave of the first man to be his friend.

Ineluctable modality of the visible: at least that if no more, thought through my eyes. Signatures of all things I am here to read, seaspawn and seawrack, the nearing tide, that rusty boot. Snotgreen, bluesilver, rust: coloured signs. Limits of the diaphane. But he adds: in bodies.

The mouth can be better engaged than with a cylinder of rank weed.

I didn't much like it, this grudge-holding against the past.

That is what you have to do before you kill, I thought. You have to create an it, where none was before. You do that first in your head, and then you make it real.

It is a bitter thought, but you must face it. The planets you may one day possess. But the stars are not for man.

I would like to be without shame. I would like to be shameless. I would like to be ignorant. Then I would not know how ignorant I was.

So now do not worry, take what you have, and do your work and you will have a long life and a very merry one.