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“Hades raised an eyebrow. When he sat forward in his throne, shadowy faces appeared in the folds of his black robes, faces of torment,as if the garment was stitched of trapped souls from the Fields of Punishment, trying to get out. The ADHD part of me wondered, off-task, whether the rest of his clothes were made the same way. What horrible things would you have to do in your life to get woven into Hades' underwear?”

“Hades smiled coldly. "Hello, Father. You're looking...young." "Hades," Kronos growled. "I hope you and the ladies have come to pledge your allegiance." "I'm afraid not." Hades sighed. "My son here convinced me that perhaps I should prioritize my list of enemies." He glanced at me with distaste. "As much as I dislike certain upstart demigods, it would not do for Olympus to fall. I would miss bickering with my siblings. And if there is one thing we agree on - it is that you were a TERRIBLE father.”

“Hades Where we go when he closes my eyes and under what country; some blue darkness, farther from hell; a landscape of absense and root and stone. There are no bodies here, we dream shapeless dreams-- a constant, cloudless storm. Mother, I'll never wake up from him. I have already traveled too far. My mouth is the color of his mouth and his arms are no longer his arms; they're mute as smoke, as my first white dress, and the spear of his name, once ferocious, dissolves on my tongue like sugar, like birdsong, I whisper it: Hades”

“Hadley Beckett from Nashville, Tennessee, who had a Bachelor of Business Administration degree but had dropped out of culinary school. Lover of fried okra and hot chicken and sweet tea. Henceforth those things wouldn't be used against me as insults. Henceforth other chefs- of the too-big-for their-britches variety- wouldn't look down their noses at me for calling it powdered sugar rather than confectioners sugar.”

“Hadley grabs the laminated safety instructions from the seat pocket in front of her and frowns at the cartoon men and women who seem weirdly delighted to be bailing out of a series of cartoon planes. Beside her, Oliver stifles a laugh, and she glances up again. "What?" "I've just never seen anyone actually read one of those things before." "Well," she says, "then you're very lucky to be sitting next to me.”

“Hadn't Gary Gygax simply invented a game, and an esoteric one at that? It was hardly a footnote in the increasingly fast and complex information age that we live in. What was all the fuzz about? The reason for all the fuzz among those who understood his work was simple. Gary Gygax and his seminal game creation, Dungeons & Dragons, had influenced and transformed the world in extraordinary ways. Yet, much of his contribution would also go largely unrecognised by the general public. Although it is debatable whether D&D ever became a thoroughly mainstream activity, as a 1983 New York Times article had speculated, referring to it as the great game of the 1980's, D&D and its RPG derivatives are beloved by a relatively small but dedicated group of individuals affectionately known as 'geeks'. Although the term 'geek' is not exclusive to role-playing gamers, the activities of this particular audience have often been viewed as the most archetypal form of 'geekiness'. Labels aside, what is notable is that the activities of this RGP audience were highly correlated with interests in other activities such as early computers, digital technologies, visual effects, and the performing arts. In this way, these geeks, though relatively small in number, became in many instances the leaders and masters of this era. With the advent of the digital age, geeks worldwide found opportunity and recognition never previously available to their predecessors. Icons and innovators such as George R. R. Martin, Mike Myers, Richard Garriott, Vin Diesel, Tim Duncan, Anderson Cooper, David X. Cohen, John Carmak, Tim Harford, Moby, and the late Robin Williams, to name just a few, were all avid role-playing gamers in their younger years. The list of those who include D&D as a regular activity while growing up is both extensive and impressive.”

“Hadn’t my family been stupid to breed for magic? Someone like Hiss had been bound to pop up eventually. And then you got a not-particularly-wise, not-particularly-happy little boy who couldn’t be trusted with a sharp knife at the dinner table in case he accidentally cut his own hand open, and yet who had the power to defeat an army. How else could this have ended, other than with him being used as a weapon against us?”

“Hadn't we better turn it lower?" Tony whispered. "Eh, what? It's quiet enough, I think." Tony flung a hunted glance at the window. "You have let me listen in to Germany. If the police find out, there will be great trouble -" "There won't be any trouble at all," said Thomas. "You're in England, remember. You're free to tune in to any station you please.”

“Hadrian shook his head and sighed. “Why do you have to make everything so difficult? They’re probably not bad people—just poor. You know, taking what they need to buy a loaf of bread to feed their family. Can you begrudge them that? Winter is coming and times are hard.” He nodded his head in the direction of the thieves. “Right?” “I ain’t got no family,” flat-nose replied. “I spend most of my coin on drink.” “You’re not helping,” Hadrian said.”

“Hadst thou no poison mixed, no sharp-ground knife, No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean, But 'banished' to kill me--'banished'? O friar, the damned use that word in hell; Howling attends it! How hast thou the heart, Being a divine, a ghostly confessor, A sin-absolver, and my friend professed, To mangle me with that word 'banished'?”

“Haemoglobin is a very large molecule by ordinary standards, containing about ten thousand atoms, but the chances are that your haemoglobin and mine are identical, and significantly different from that of a pig or horse. You may be impressed by how much human beings differ from one another, but if you were to look into the fine details of the molecules of which they are constructed, you would be astonished by their similarity.”

“Hagrid, look what I’ve got for relatives!” Harry said furiously. “Look at the Dursleys!” “An excellent point,” said Professor Dumbledore. “My own brother, Aberforth, was prosecuted for practicing inappropriate charms on a goat. It was all over the papers, but did Aberforth hide? No, he did not! He held his head high and went about his business as usual! Of course, I’m not entirely sure he can read, so that may not have been bravery. . . .”

“Hah! Avocados,’ he said, brightening. ‘How I love them. Cheer up, my little avocado,’ he said to me pinching my hand. ‘You know, these American girls are just like avocados. What do you think, am I right, Max? Who ever even heard of an avocado sixty years ago? Yes, that’s what we’re growing nowadays’. His avocado arrived and he looked at t lovingly. ‘The typical American girl,’ he said, addressing it. ‘ A hard center with the tender meat all wrapped up in a shiny casting.’ He began to eating it. ‘How I love them’ he murmured greedily. ‘So green - so eternally green.”

“Hahaha! You fools really thought you were gonna walk in here and I would show myself like that. No, you’re mistaken. I have a few more tricks up my sleeve. You have a long road until you get to me and like I said, Mr. Angel, I’m the last person you’ll want to see! In fact, if you’re playing attention, you have met me already! However, I’ll leave it to my minions to take care of all of you! - Evil One from Revenge of the Gloobas”

“Hai visto che bella libertà?” Lui ha capito. Io poi mi sono messo a pensare a questa faccenda delle righe del campo da tennis, che danno claustrofobia. Il giocatore costretto a mettere la pallina sempre dentro la riga, ma non solo dentro la riga, ma più vicino possibile alla riga, ma più vicino vai alla riga più corri il rischio di mettere la pallina fuori dalla riga, cosa che è veramente angosciante e ossessiva e claustrofobica. E le righe sono sempre quelle e io lo so che i giocatori la notte vanno a dormire, chiudono gli occhi e vedono le righe, lo so che vedono righe ovunque e stanno attentissimi quando camminano a non calpestare le righe tra i blocchi di pietra dei marciapiedi, o del parquet, o delle mattonelle, che è difficilissimo. E non possono mai stare fermi a guardarle quelle righe: vanno su, vanno giù, ma non si fermano in mezzo al campo a guardare intorno perché c’è l’arbitro che gli dice “tempo!”, cosa che è ossessiva, claustrofobica e un pochino malvagia, secondo me. Tutto questo a mio figlio grande non l’avevo detto, gli avevo solo detto quella cosa sulla libertà. Il resto avrebbe dovuto capirlo da solo: che differenza c’è tra noi e i tennisti? Poca roba. Noi abbiamo le righe che ci siamo disegnati da soli e fatichiamo a non tirare fuori troppe palline. Se vuoi uscire dalle maledettissime righe – e dio solo sa se ci ho provato – arriva l’arbitro e fischia il fallo e ti porta dritto in galera. Poi ci sono quelli che dicono che quando ci si accorge che le righe sono troppo strette bisogna mettersi d’accordo tutti per spostarle. Oppure ci sono quelli che dicono che è inutile spostarle: è il concetto stesso di riga a essere sbagliato. E allora via, togliamo le righe. Ma io mi chiedo – e non è che io sia stato tanto a rispettarle quelle righe lì – una volta tolte, come si fa a giocare? Insomma io a mio figlio grande gliele direi queste cose, visto che è chiaro che passa giornate intere a discutere di quelle maledette righe coi suoi compagni dell’università: spostarle, cancellarle o che ne so io.”