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“Friend, we are well met indeed. I think we are a pair of fools and that we should hasten to Nildren's Peak, where I shall buy ye such a dinner as even your great frame will find sufficient. And then we shall see who can drink the other under the table. Is that good by ye?”

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“By the middle twentieth century, few European nation-states had not at one time or another figured themselves as 'the outpost of Western Christian civilisation': France, imperial Germany, the Habsburg Reich, Poland with its self-image as przedmurze (bastion), even tsarist Russia. Each of these nation-state myths identified "barbarism" as the condition or ethic of their immediate eastward neighbour: for the French, the Germans were barbarous, for the Germans it was the Slavs, for the Poles the Russians, for the Russians the Mongol and Turkic peoples of Central Asia and eventually the Chinese.”

“Chen pointed to the cub. "There's your brute." Then he pointed to the pups. "And there's your domestication. For the most part, Westerners are descendants of barbarian, nomadic tribes such as the Teutons and the Anglo-Saxons. They burst out of the primeval forest like wild animals after a couple of thousand years of Greek and Roman civilization, and sacked ancient Rome. They eat steak, cheese, and butter with knives and forks, which is how they've retained more primitive wildness than the traditional farming races. Over the past hundred years, domesticated China has been bullied by the brutish West. It's not surprising that for thousands of years the Chinese colossus has been spectacularly pummeled by tiny nomadic peoples.”

“Apoi Clarisse McClellan vorbi din nou. ― Te superi dacă îţi pun o întrebare? De cît timp eşti pompier? ― De zece ani, de la vîrsta de douăzeci de ani. ― Citeşti vreodată cărţile pe care le arzi? ― E interzis prin lege! rîse el. ― Oh. Desigur. ― E o muncă bună. Luni ardem Millar, miercuri ardem Whitman, vineri Faulkner, le facem scrum, apoi ardem şi scrumul. E deviza noastră oficială. Merseră mai departe şi fata îl întrebă: ― E adevărat că, în urmă cu mulţi ani, pompierii stingeau focurile în loc să le aprindă? ― Nu. Casele au fost întotdeauna construite din material neinflamabil, te rog să mă crezi. ― Ciudat. Am auzit că, odinioară, casele luau foc din întîmplare şi pompierii erau necesari ca să stingă focul. El rîse.”

“This is how these people work! They made the Canterbury look like Mars. It wasn’t. They made the Donnager look like the Belt. It wasn’t. Now it looks like the whole damn thing’s Earth? Follow the pattern. It probably isn’t! You never, never put that kind of accusation out there until you know the score. You look. You listen. You’re quiet, fercrissakes, and when you know, then you can make your case.”