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Why Nations Fail: The Origins of Power, Prosperity, and Poverty

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“A centralização política gera resistência pela mesma razão que os regimes absolutistas se opõem à mudança: o frequentemente justificado medo de que a mudança retire o poder político àqueles que atualmente o detêm e o redistribua por indivíduos e grupos novos. Assim, tal como o absolutismo impede os avanços para o pluralismo e para a mudança económica, também as elites e clãs tradicionais dominantes nas sociedades onde não há centralização do Estado o fazem.”

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“A trajetória económica da União Soviética ilustra de uma forma vívida como a autoridade e os incentivos proporcionados pelo Estado podem ser o motor de um crescimento económico rápido num contexto de instituições extrativas e como esse tipo de crescimento acaba e colapsa.”

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“Yo caminaba por las calles de Ginebra mirándolo todo con recelo, como si de cada esquina fuera a salir el mounstro. La ciudad, como el mismo Borges decía, parece no darse cuenta cabal de que existe, y está en un país que parece pesar sobre el mundo sin sobresaltos, pero es en realidad una ciudad fantástica en un país que, más allá de sus cavernas de lingotes y de su manía de tasar el tiempo en relojes, ha engrendrado cismas y revoluciones, convulsiones del arte y cataclismos de la fe, cerebros iluminados por tempestades eléctricas y obras que significaron la aniquilación de cánones y estéticas. Me dije que esa ciudad que se finge tan serena y tan clásica, esa ciudad de relojes y de lingotes de oro, ocultaba detrás de la máscara su rostro verdadero de pesadillas y de cismas, y que eso la hacía más atractiva.”

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“Y mientras aguardaba al mounstro concluí que Suiza era el país perfecto para las pesadillas de Füssli y para la chispa incendiaria de Rousseau, para la sonrisa regicida de Voltaire, para los laberintos espaciales de Joyce y para los laberintos mentales de Borges; que en cada rincón de aquellas montañas parece posible la rosa que resurge de la ceniza en las manos de Paracelso.”

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“The massage session ended with both of us soaked, covered in glittery dripping oil. I felt like a Greek salad sloppily drenched in extra virgin. But James was not going to stop. The kisses came thick and fast. And extra massages. “Lie back, wench,” he said. I lay back and stared up at him and above his head at the striped white and blue awning, which was rippling under the pounding impact of the rain. I’d almost forgotten about the rain, though it was coming down heavier than ever, a glittering silver wall, just a few feet away from us. James had decided that the most intimate p[art of my delicate self needed a delicate multi-facetted many-sided feathery back and forth up and down and sideways type of ecstatic slow-and-fast motion massage and which involved his index finger and his little finger and the palm of his hand and then his tongue, so and it began to build, and build … “You are being quite intimate, Master,” I gulped, trying to put on a dignified face and control my panting, the deepening huski¬ness of my voice, and the flood of saliva that had filled my mouth and was dribbling out of one corner. I think, given the circum¬stances, that I did quite a good job. “Really?” he glanced up at me, and then disappeared between my legs, back to work, his tongue darting, hither and thither, truly a busy little bee, harvesting honey here, there, and everywhere. “Really …” I sobbed, in a choked desperate voice, “Very ex¬tremely intimate, oh, oh, oh ... Master, Master, Pity, Master …”

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