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“Elric knew that everything that existed had its opposite. In danger he might find peace. And yet, of course, in peace there was danger. Being an imperfect creature in an imperfect world he would always know paradox. And that was why in paradox there was always a kind of truth. That was why philosophers and soothsayers flourished. In a perfect world there would be no place for them. In an imperfect world the mysteries were always without solution and that was why there was always a great choice of solutions.”

“Elric: We are dreamers, shapers, singers, and makers. We study the mysteries of laser and circuit, crystal and scanner, holographic demons and invocation of equations. These are the tools we employ, and we know many things. John Sheridan: Such as? Elric: The true secrets, the important things. Fourteen words to make someone fall in love with you forever. Seven words to make them go without pain. How to say good-bye to a friend who is dying. How to be poor. How to be rich. How to rediscover dreams when the world has stolen them. That is why we are going away—to preserve that knowledge. Sheridan: From what? Elric: There is a storm coming, a black and terrible storm. We would not have our knowledge lost or used to ill purpose. From this place we will launch ourselves into the stars. With luck, you will never see our kind again in your lifetime. I know you have your orders, Captain. Detain us if you wish. But I cannot tell you where we are going. I can only ask you to trust us.”

“Els arguments alarmistes sobre l'ús del català coincideixen tots a reclamar un canvi radical d'estratègia en la política de normalització lingüística. No accepten o menysvaloren els resultats obtinguts dins aquest marc estratègic, que s'ha revelat positiu i eficaç en tants aspectes. En política lingüística, el consens assolit, principalment a Catalunya, és un atot de gran transcendència social, que seria suïcida de dilapidar. Repetim-ho: cal discutir, i en profunditat, tots els aspectes tàctics que es demostrin inútils o insuficients, cal reconsiderar i revisar moltes mesures de política lingüística tant al Principat com, sobretot, a les altres terres de llengua catalana, cal exigir una coherència més rigorosa entre els principis i la pràctica quotidiana, però seria un greu error polític que les insatisfaccions presents ens fessin perdre de vista l'encert essencial del procés de normalització lingüística i la seva estratègia. Així, doncs, siguem prudents a l'hora de considerar algunes de les propostes «miraculoses» que a vegades es formulen, perquè no podem malbaratar els avenços tan dificultosament aconseguits. Al capdavall, la convivència lingüística és un bé social no tan accessori com algunes veus semblen deixar entendre, amb manifestes incomprensions respecte als castellanoparlants. En definitiva, com ens ha recordat una vegada més Badia i Margarit, cal assumir que «si un dia el català desapareixia, això no seria pas perquè els no catalans no s'hi haguessin incorporat, sinó perquè els catalans l'haurien abandonat».”

“Els records són mal·leables i és fàcil corregir-los, un pot retallar-ne les engrunes i posar-hi un altre fons, sucumbir als vicis dels nostres temps i retocar-los, jugar amb filtres que els embelleixin i fer-se un passat a mida per encarar un present de carn i ossos on no cal ser tan intransigent perquè ningú es colarà dins la nostra soledat per recordar-nos que aquella ombra no hi era i que aquell racó estava més il·luminat.”

“Els teus llavis. La fruita. La magrana... Àngel rebel, tot olor de gingebre. Atrapa'm pels replecs d'aquesta febre. Vine amb verdor de pluja. Sargantana que em fuges pels cabells, sense frontera, al bat del sol, ales d'ocell nocturn! Serves per cor la Lluna o bé Saturn i, als ulls, un tast de boira matinera. El teu cos mineral. Sal. Vi. Maduixa. Com una serp, cargola't al meu ventre i cerca'm, amb verí d'amor, al centre. Tu seràs un gat negre. Jo una bruixa. Ens fitarem errants, i en el desvari la lluna, cega, encendrà l'escenari.”

“Elsa's mother no longer spoke to her of men and love, but of duty and fate and accepting one’s burden. As far as Elsa could tell, if love really was the inherited female domain, then women were saddled with the biggest burden of all. It was pressing down upon them, the way the sea pressed down upon the creatures of the deep.”

“Elsa was smart and focused, but kept so much bottled up inside her it was a wonder she didn't explode. Anna was a free spirit who wore her heart on her sleeve, but she could also be impulsive. Even at five, she was already an outgoing little thing who liked to stop and talk to every person she met, while Elsa tried to hide behind her parents at gatherings and preferred life in the background. They balanced each other perfectly- Elsa knowing when to help rein Anna in, and Anna knowing when to pull Elsa out.”

“Elsewhere Lankford reiterates that this belief system was by no means confined to the Plains, the Eastern Woodlands, and the Mississippi Valley. It is better understood, he argues, as part of 'a widespread religious pattern' found right across North America and 'more powerful than the tendency towards cultural diversity.' Indeed, what the evidence suggests is the former existence of 'an ancient North American international religion ... a common ethnoastronomy ... and a common mythology. Such a multicultural reality hints provocatively at more common knowledge which lay behind the façade of cultural diversity united by international trade networks. One likely possibility of a conceptual realm in which that common knowledge became focused is mortuary belief [and] ... the symbolism surrounding death.”

“Elsewhere that same day, sleet covered the dead grass outside a modest lavender home in the northern village of Oščadnica like bits of confetti. The piercing wind picked up, keeping afloat a host of identical LSNS flags, green cloth dancing under the murky winter sky. Within the thirty-person crowd, greetings all around. ‘At guard,’ they said to one another, saluting coyly, using a fascist phrase that was popular under Tiso’s rule. The green-clad audience former rows and stood with folded hands over their laps, as local LSNS František Drozd placed a multicolored wreath of flowers at the foot of the home where Tiso once lived. Drozd broke the momentary silence and welcomed the crowd. As the Sunday morning mass concluded across the street, churchgoers poured out of the church. A handful of them—dressed smartly in church digs—joined the procession. A gaggle of police officers stood next to their cars in the adjacent parking lot, rubbing their gloved hands together to stay warm, boredom sketched across their faces.”

“Elsewhere the paper notes that vegetarians and vegans (including athletes) 'meet and exceed requirements' for protein. And, to render the whole we-should-worry-about-getting-enough-protein-and-therefore-eat-meat idea even more useless, other data suggests that excess animal protein intake is linked with osteoporosis, kidney disease, calcium stones in the urinary tract, and some cancers. Despite some persistent confusion, it is clear that vegetarians and vegans tend to have more optimal protein consumption than omnivores.”

“Elsewhere the world may be blustering or sleeping, wars are fought, people live and die, some nations disintegrate, while others are born, soon to be swallowed up in turn - and in all this sound and fury, amidst eruptions and undertows, while the world goes its merry way, bursts into flames, tears itself apart and is reborn: human life continues to throb. So, let us drink a cup of tea.”

“Elsewhere the world may be blustering or sleeping, wars are fought, people live and die, some nations disintegrate, while others are born, soon to be swallowed up in turn - and in all this sound and fury, amidst eruptions and undertows, while the world goes its merry way, bursts into flames, tears itself apart and is reborn: human life continues to throb.”

“Elspeth reached up a tentative hand to comfort him, palming the cheek that wasn’t covered with woad. He wrapped an arm around her waist and tugged her closer. Her lips parted. His tongue swept in. Her belly clenched, and a warm glow settled between her legs. He left her lips and began kissing her chin, her cheeks, her neck. “Ach! Ye’re sweet, lass.” Pity dissipated like morning mist. Instead, little wisps of pleasure followed his mouth’s path. The stubble of his beard grazed the tops of her breasts, and her nipples tightened almost painfully. She sucked her breath over her teeth to keep from crying out in pleasure and surprise when his palm covered her breast, the pressure sweet even through the stiff boning of her pink silk bodice.”

“Elton John can be a master of the sleight of hand. The arrangements make it seem like there are substantial melodies underneath the tracks - but almost nothing demands repeated listenings. Similarly, he always sounds like he's singing up a storm, but his voice glosses over the material, reducing most things to an uninteresting sameness.”