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“Dagger of Love: Long and Distant Memories) c. 2016 The dagger of love sticks deep in me, Of loves lost; waves of memory I dimly see, (Of loving a man so much that she is a goddess to thee). Grasp for the dagger from my fevered mind, And pluck the memories like roses to find. Shadows fleet and so does she, I embrace nothing; a handful of memory I barely see, We both come to a room where we could both meet, And tell each other ‘I love you’ as our grips do fleet. Memories are two-edged so I must go, Recollections in a corner forgotten; where silence does grow. They must go and so do I, The corners forgotten in my mind. Their we wait for silence to grow, and she says goodbye and it is so. For I must rhyme to tell the day, First of autumn cold, windy and gray. Farewell my love on another forgotten day, (May eternity reunite us that we may love on our way).”

“Daghestan must be governed in accordance with its specific features, its manner of life and customs. We are told that among the Daghestan peoples the Sharia is of great importance. We have also been informed that the enemies of Soviet power are spreading rumours that it has banned the Sharia. I have been authorized by the Government of the Russian Socialist Federative Soviet Republic to state here that these rumours are false. The Government of Russia gives every people the full right to govern itself on the basis of its laws and customs. The Soviet Government considers that the Sharia, as common law, is as fully authorized as that of any other of the peoples inhabiting Russia. If the Daghestan people desire to preserve their laws and customs, they should be preserved. (from Congress of the Peoples of Daghestan, 1920)”

“Daha birkaç gün önce, kuvvetli kuzey rüzgârında burada durmuş, soğuktan titreyerek yakamı kaldırmış, kayının haşin rüzgârda istifini hiç bozmamasını ve bir yaprakçığını bile vermemesini hayranlıkla izlemiştim; inatla, cesaretle, sertçe direnmiş, sararmış eski yapraklarına sahip çıkmıştı ağaç. Ve şimdi, bugün, ılık, durgun ateşimin başında durup odun kırarken gördüm:Çok hafif, yumuşak bir esinti çıktı, nefes gibiydi ve onca zaman tutunan o yaprakların yüzlercesi, binlercesi dayanmaktan yorularak,inatlaşmaktan, yiğitlenmekten yorularak sessizce, hafifçe, istekle uçup gitti.Beş altı ay sımsıkı tutunup direnen yapraklar sıradan bir esintiye, hafif bir nefese birkaç dakika içinde yenik düştü, çünkü zamanı gelmişti, çünkü o zorlu direnişe artık gerek kalmamıştı. (...) Hayır, her rüyet gibi (bu da), yüce ve ebedî olanın ifşası, örtüşen tezatların gerçeğin potasında eriyip birleşmesiydi sadece, bir anlam taşımıyordu ama her şey anlamına geliyordu, varlığın sırrıydı ve güzeldi, görebilen için mutluluktu, anlamdı, armağandı ve keşifti (...)”

“Dahmer was as manipulative and calculating as the other killers we've covered in this book, demonstrating a keen understanding of how to evade capture the vast majority of his victims were Black men, not because Dahmer was exclusively attracted to the them but because he knew that police were much less likely to investigate their disappearances. In this, he was absolutely correct, harkening back to the "less dead" theory we discussed in Gacy's case. When you add gay and poor to that victim profile as many of Dahmer's victims were, you've got the perfect trifecta of investigative apathy.”