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Christopher Hitchens
Christopher Hitchens

Christopher Hitchens was an English-American author, journalist, and social critic. He was known for his sharp wit and controversial views, particularly on religion and politics. Hitchens was a prominent figure in the public discourse of the late 20th and early 21st centuries. more

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“Her mother, an unshapely, chubby-cheeked creature from the rural gentry of Styria, permanently lost her hair at the age of forty after being treated for influenza by her husband, and prematurely withdrew from society. She and her husband were able to live in the Gentzgasse thanks to her mother's fortune, which derived from the family estates in Styria and then devolved upon her. She provided for everything, since her husband earned nothing as a doctor. He was a socialite, what is known as a beau, who went to all the big Viennese balls during the carnival season and throughout his life was able to conceal his stupidity behind a pleasingly slim exterior. Throughout her life Auersberger's mother-in-law had a raw deal from her husband, but was content to accept her modest social station, not that of a member of the nobility, but one that was thoroughly petit bourgeois. Her son-in-law, as I suddenly recalled, sitting in the wing chair, made a point of hiding her wig from time to time--whenever the mood took him--both in the Gentzgasse and at the Maria Zaal in Styria, so that the poor woman was unable to leave the house. It used to amuse him, after he had hidden her wig, to drive his mother-in-law up the wall, as they say. Even when he was going on forty he used to hide her wigs--by that time she has provided herself with several--which was a symptom of his sickness and infantility. I often witnessed this game of hide-and-seek at Maria Zaal and in the Gentzgasse, and I honestly have to say that I was amused by it and did not feel in the least bit ashamed of myself. His mother-in-law would be forced to stay at home because her son-in-law had hidden her wigs, and this was especially likely to happen on public holidays. In the end he would throw the wig in her face. He needed his mother-in-law's humiliation, I reflected, sitting in the wing chair and observing him in the background of the music room, just as he needed the triumph that this diabolical behavior brought him.”

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Book:Woodcutters
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“23 From there Elisha went up to Bethel. As he was walking along the road, some boys came out of the town and jeered at him. “Get out of here, baldy!” they said. “Get out of here, baldy!” 24 He turned around, looked at them and called down a curse on them in the name of the Lord. Then two bears came out of the woods and mauled forty-two of the boys. 25 And he went on to Mount Carmel and from there returned to Samaria.”

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“Don't believe in everything that is written. Not everything that is written is true”

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Book:Pearls Of Eternity
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“Because I’m bald, right?” She nodded hesitantly, trying not to hurt him, Silence did the rest. Bald = unloved. Simple math. He fought it. Creams. Pills. Surgery. A year of becoming someone else. The hair came back. Self worth didn't. He knocked again. “I'm not bald anymore.” She looked at him, he’d missed the point. “It wasn’t the hair,” she said, gently. She took a step closer. Just the truth standing between them. "I almost loved you," her voice barely a whisper, "But you did not." He didn’t know what cut deeper — Her words, or how she handed them to him, Or the truth that had always been there, Quiet in the corner, waiting to be seen. It wasn’t the baldness. It was the fear that he wasn’t enough. And that’s what she saw, Not a man without hair, but a man without peace. For peace isn’t found in the fixing. It is found in accepting Your flaws, your fears, And in the belief that you are enough. Even if the hair never grows back.”

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Book:The Uncharted Mind
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