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“JULIAN HUXLEY’S “EUGENICS MANIFESTO”: “Eugenics Manifesto” was the name given to an article supporting eugenics. The document, which appeared in Nature, September 16, 1939, was a joint statement issued by America’s and Britain’s most prominent biologists, and was widely referred to as the “Eugenics Manifesto.” The manifesto was a response to a request from Science Service, of Washington, D.C. for a reply to the question “How could the world’s population be improved most effectively genetically?” Two of the main signatories and authors were Hermann J. Muller and Julian Huxley. Julian Huxley, as this book documents, was the founding director of UNESCO from the famous Huxley family. Muller was an American geneticist, educator and Nobel laureate best known for his work on the physiological and genetic effects of radiation. Put into the context of the timeline, this document was published 15 years after “Mein Kampf” and a year after the highly publicized violence of Kristallnacht. In other words, there is no way either Muller or Huxley were unaware at the moment of publication of the historical implications of eugenic agendas.”

“Julian, locul acesta este o taină, un sanctuar. Fiecare carte, fiecare tom pe care-l vezi are suflet. Sufletul celui care a scris-o și sufletul celor care au citit-o, au trăit și au visat cu ea. De fiecare dată când o carte ajunge în mâinile altcuiva, de fiecare dată când altcineva îți lasă privirea să alunece pe paginile ei, un spirit crește și se face tot mai puternic. Când bunicul tău m-a adus aici, cu mulți ani în urmă, locul acesta era deja vechi. Poate că e la fel de vechi ca orașul însuși. Nimeni nu știe exact de când există sau cine l-a creat. O să-ți spun ce mi-a spus și mie bunicul tău. Când piere o bibliotecă sau se închide o librărie, când o carte dispare în noianul uitării, cei care știm de existența acestui loc, paznicii lui, facem tot ce trebuie pentru ca ea să ajungă aici. În locul acesta cărțile de care nu-și mai amintește nimeni, cărțile pierdute în negura timpului, continuă să trăiască, așteptând ca într-o bună zi să ajungă din nou în mâinile unui nou cititor, ale unui nou spirit. La librăria noastră vindem cărți noi și cumpărăm cărți vechi, dar în realitate cărțile nu au stăpân. Fiecare carte de aici a fost cel mai bun prieten al cuiva. Acum ne mai are doar pe noi, Julian. Vei putea păstra secretul acesta?”

“Julian made a noise. It was a noise Emma couldn't have described, not as human a sound as a how or a scream. It sounded like it was ripped out of the inside of him, like something brutal was tearing through his chest. He dropped the longsword Livvy had risked so much to bring him, fell to his knees and crawled to her, pulling her into his lap. 'Livvy, Livvy, my Livvy' he whispered, cradling her, feverishly stroking her blood-wet hair away from her face. There was so much blood. He was covered in it in seconds; it had soaked through Livvy's clothes, even her shoes were drenched in it. 'Livia' His hands shook; he fumbled out his stele and put it on her arm. Emma felt as if someone had punched her in the stomach. There were wounds that were beyond and iratze's power. Healing runes only vanished from skin when an occupational poison was involved--or when the person was already dead. 'Livia,' Julian's voice rose, cracking and tumbling over itself like a wave breaking too far out to sea. 'Livvy, my baby, please, sweet- heart, open your eyes it's Jules, I'm here for you, I'm always here for you, please,please--' Blackness exploded behind Emma's eyes. The pain in her arm was gone; she felt nothing but rage. Rage that bleached everything else out of the world except the sight of Annabel cringing against the lectern, staring at Julian cradling his sister's dead body. At what she'd done.”

“Julian," she said huskily, "you were right the other morning. You know me so well. I'm not made for illicit affaires, all that sneaking around to avoid discovery." In the dark, her hands crept up to his shoulders, then his face. Her finger teased through his hair. "Why should we hide at all? Let all London see us together. I don't care what anyone says or thinks. I love you, and I want the world to know." He wanted to weep. For joy, for frustration. She was so brave, his beautiful Lily, and the situation was so damned unfair. It wasn't her fault that she made these heartrending declarations at a moment when their lives were probably in danger and he couldn't possibly reciprocate. That fault was his, for choosing to live the way he had and making the decisions he'd made. He didn't deserve her, didn't deserve her love. He most certainly didn't merit those warm brushes of her lips against his skin. But damned if he could bring himself to stop them. "We're in love, Julian. Isn't it wonderful?" "No," he murmured as she kissed him again. "It's not wonderful. It's a disaster." Her lips grazed his jaw, then his throat. "I can feel you speaking, and I know you're probably making some valiant protest. But you know I can't hear those words. Your body is making an altogether different argument, and I'm listening to it." Her fingers crept inside his waistcoat, splaying over the thin lawn of his shirt. "Take your heart, for example." Yes, take it. Take it and keep it, always.”

“Julian sincerely abhorred the system of oriental despotism which Diocletian, Constantine, and the patient habits of four score years, had established in the empire. A motive of superstition prevented the execution of the design which Julian had frequently meditated, of relieving his head from the weight of a costly diadem; but he absolutely refused the title of Dominus or Lord, a word which was grown so familiar to the ears of the Romans, that they no longer remembered its servile and humiliating origin.”

“Julian smiled back, his full lips pulled back over white teeth as he rolled the blanket back a little bit. “Is he really a heart breaker?” “I’m the breakiest of heart breakers,” Leo interjected, his tone deadpan as he dumped a handful of greens into the pot on the stove. Julian wrinkled his nose. “That’s not even a word,” He complained and fell into a sulky silence from his place on the bed.”

“Julian was not insensible of the advantages of freedom. From his studies he had imbibed the spirit of ancient sages and heroes; his life and fortunes had depended on the caprice of a tyrant; and, when he ascended the throne, his pride was sometimes mortified by the reflection that the slaves who would not dare to censure his defects were not worthy to applaud his virtues.”

“Julian, who had spent the entirety of his adulthood studying the ways of the ton, still couldn't quite put his finger on what Courtenay was doing to exert this magnetic pull on their attention. . . . It had something to do with how, when he turned his his sea-green eyes on you and paid attention to what you were saying, you felt like you were at the center of the universe. He seem to genuinely like each person he spoke with.”

“Juliana?” the words were low and far—too calm for her husband, who had found that he rather enjoyed the full spectrum of emotion now that he had experienced it. “Yes?” “What are you doing twenty feet in the air?” “Looking for a book.” “Would you mind very much returning to the earth?” “What are you thinking, climbing to the rafters in your condition?” “I am not an invalid, Simon, I still have use of all my extremes.” “You do indeed—particularly your extreme ability to try my patience—I believe, however, that you mean extremities.”

“Julie Plec: In that scene where she's crying in the Salvatore great room as she's coming out of this memory, I finally found my voice for the show, which was this is a show about the fear of loneliness and the fear of being left behind and the fear of getting to the end of your life and not having loved or been loved in the right way, or losing your love and not ever being able to see them again. Moving forward, every episode had to have that emotional core in it as well. So we're building the formula for Vampire Diaries writing in real time over the course of the third season..... And the ratings started going up, which never happens. That's the moment I took a breath. The ratings, which had been pretty steady for two seasons, started ticking up. We all were like, 'Okay, no one's fired, no one's getting canceled.”

“Julie Plec: She's staring up longingly and you realize this is a character that wants something, that needs something emotionally. She is being driven by a deeply personal want here, and that sort of became the rule on the show that if you have a villain, the villain has to be the hero of their own story, they have to have a deeply personal rooting interest. That's the moment where I fell in love with Katherine as a hero of her own story. I had so much empathy for her in that moment.”

“Julie Plec: Those episodes are always so fun to do because you know you're building the entire episode around an event. To be able to lean hard into a big, beautiful romantic wedding knowing that at the end of the next episode, half of those people would be dead, was great. We love that; we love taking happiness and then destroying it very quickly.”

“Julie started the engine, and the air around the BSA danced to life, this time enclosing them in a roaring privacy - a momentary country, trembling at the curb. Outside, beyond their borders, the honey-slow twilight was thinning and quickening to a cold, dusty lavender. Skateboarders hurtled past like moths, urgently contorted, one-dimensional in the pale headlights rushing up the hill toward them.”