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The Great Pearl of Wisdom

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“كۆمه‌لگه‌ی پیكهاتوو له‌ هاوولاتی وریا له‌ هاوولاتی هه‌میشه‌ به‌خه‌به‌ر چیتر ئه‌و كۆمه‌لگه‌ خه‌ووتووه‌ نیه‌ كه‌ واقعی كۆمه‌لایه‌تی سیاسی و ئابووری خۆی نه‌بینێت - به‌لكو له‌ هه‌ر چركه‌یه‌ك ده‌توانێ هه‌ستێته‌ سه‌ر پێ و چاره‌نووسی رووداوه‌كان دیاری بكات - كۆمه‌لگه‌ی له‌ سه‌ر پێ هه‌میشه‌ ئاماده‌ی چودێریكردنه‌”

“He stepped back, looked up. Cut into the stone above his head were the words RUE MARAT. For a moment he had the urge to turn back around the corner, climb the stairs, shout to the servants not to bother unpacking, they’d be returning to Arcis in the morning. He looked up to the lighted windows above his head. If I go up there, he thought, I’ll never be free again. If I go up there I commit myself to Max, to joining with him to finish Hébert, and perhaps to governing with him. I commit myself to fishing Fabre out of trouble—though God alone knows how that’s to be managed. I put myself once more under the threat of assassination; I recommence the blood feuds, the denunciations. His face hardened. You can’t stand in the street calling into question the last five years of your life, just because they’ve changed the street name; you can’t let it alter the future. No, he thought—and he saw it clearly, for the first time—it’s an illusion, about quitting, about going back to Arcis to farm. I’ve been lying to Louise: once in, never out.”

“When hoards of people without a job, become a bigoted lynching mob. When talking wisely makes you a ghoul, while being ignorant is so cool. When influencers and entertainers are the new gods, and a handful of money buys cheerleading squads. When every leader sounds the same, as gaining power becomes their only aim. When you see the above things, it will tell you which tune the time sings. That is how you know it is not a democracy, and is instead a supine kakistocracy.”

“Only love knows how to forgive. Love knows how to be compassionate. Love knows how to accept the limitations of a human being. Love knows that nobody is perfect. True love knows how to accept a person with all his limitations, and with all his imperfections. Love know how to love a person as he is. Learn to grow in love. The more you love, the more you can just be. And to just be is to be religious. Love is the secret to transform our being into a blessing to ourselves, to others and to existence itself.”

“We visited Mao's old house, which had been turned into a museum-cum-shrine. It was rather grand––quite different from my idea of a lodging for exploited peasants, as I had expected it to be. A caption underneath an enormous photograph of Mao's mother said that she had been a very kind person and, because her family was relatively well off, had often given food to the poor. So our Great Leader's parents had been rich peasants! But rich peasants were class enemies! Why were Chairman Mao's parents heroes when other class enemies were objects of hate? The question frightened me so much that I immediately suppressed it.”