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“Jill had, as you might say, quite fall in love with the Unicorn. She thought- and she wasn't far wrong- that he was the shiningest, delicatest, most graceful animal she had ever met; and he was so gentle and soft of speech that, if you hadn't known, you would hardly have believed how fierce and terrible he could be in battle. "Oh, this is nice!" said Jill. "Just walking along like this. I wish there could be more of this sort of adventure. It's a pity there's always so much happening in Narnia." But the Unicorn explained to her that she was quite mistaken. He said that the Sons and Daughters of Adam and Eve were brought out of their own strange world into Narnia only at times when Narnia was stirred and upset, but she mustn't think it was always like that. In between their visits there were hundreds and thousands of years when peaceful King followed peaceful King till you could hardly remember their names or count their numbers, and there was really hardly anything to put into the History Books. And he went on to talk of old Queens and heroes whom she had never heard of. He spoke of Swanwhite the Queen who had lived before the days of the White Witch and the Great Winter, who was so beautiful that when she looked into any forest pool the reflection of her face shone out of the water like a star by night for a year and a day afterwards. He spoke of Moonwood the Hare who had such ears that he could sit by Caldron Pool under the thunder of the great waterfall and hear what men spoke in whispers at Cair Paravel. He told how King Gale, who was ninth in descent from Frank the first of all Kings, had sailed far away into the Eastern seas and delivered the Lone Islanders from a dragon and how, in return, they had given him the Lone Islands to be part of the royal lands of Narnia for ever. He talked of whole centuries in which all Narnia was so happy that notable dances and feasts, or at most tournaments, were the only things that could be remembered, and every day and week had been better than the last. And as he went on, the picture of all those happy years, all the thousands of them, piled up in Jill's mind till it was rather like looking down from a high hill on to a rich, lovely plain full of woods and waters and cornfields, which spread away and away till it got thin and misty from distance.”

“Jill!” I called to her through our connecting bathroom as I pulled on some jeans. “You realize I’ve been more than twenty-four hours without a shower, right?” “Oh, who cares,” she grumbled. “You look fine. Just put on some deodorant and a bra. I mean, aren’t we just going to be getting sweaty lugging your stuff down from storage anyway?”

“Jill told me that when you're really in love, you know right away. I'm not exactly sure how this happens. Is it like a flash of lightning? Like an angel tapping you on the shoulder? Or is it similar to choosing a puppy? You think you're picking the cutest one, but really you wind up going home with the one who keeps insisting on climbing into your lap.”

“Jilly Cooper's dazzling tales of glamour captivated millions — including Queen Camilla, who hailed her as a “legend.” Yet she was not immune to scandal: Private Eye exposed her plagiarism, which she later admitted. The literary world accepted her admission and soon forgot about it. In a similar situation, however, the same world reacted with outrage when Japanese author Rie Kudan admitted to using AI. This double standard raises the question: why is human borrowing accepted as part of the creative process, but AI is not?”

“Jim Crow and mass incarceration have similar political origins...both caste systems were born in part, due to desire among white elites to exploit the resentments, vulnerabilities and racial biases of poor and working-class whites for political or economic gain. Segregation laws were proposed as part of a deliberate and strategic effort to deflect anger and hostility that have been brewing against the white elite away from them and toward African Americans. The birth of mass incarceration can be traced to a similar political dynamic. Conservatives in the 1960s and 1970s sought to appeal to the racial biases and economic vulnerabilities of poor and working-class whites through racially coded rhetoric on crime and welfare. In both cases, the racial opportunists offered few, if any, economic reforms to address the legitimate economic anxieties of poor and working-class whites, proposing instead a crackdown on the racially defined "others." In the early years of Jim Crow, conservative white elites competed with each other by passing ever more stringent and oppressive Jim Crow legislation. A century later, politicians in the early years of the drug war competed with each other to prove who could be tougher on crime by passing ever harsher drug laws- a thinly veiled effort to appeal to poor and working-class whites who, once again, proved they were willing to forego economic and structural reform in exchange for an apparent effort to put blacks back "in their place.”

“Jim eyed me for a couple of seconds, then got off the bed and went to curl up on the pile of blankets I'd arranged as its bed. "I don't suppose you'd care to lend me a couple hundred euros?" I pointed at the wall. It turned its back to me so I could get into the nightgown Perdita had lent me. "You are not going to bet on me. Or against me. No betting whatsoever. Got that?" Jim huffed and settled down for the night. "You sure do know how to take all the fun out of life. Bet you even made Drake use a condom.”

“Jim Fregosi was not only one of the most respected men in baseball, he was a great man. He was a player's manager. He had that special gift as a manager that made you want to get to the field and play your ass off for him. Jim Fregosi was the reason that 1993 was one of the most exciting years in Philadelphia sports history.”

“Jim Fregosi will be deeply missed in the baseball world. Joni and the rest of the family are in our prayers. Fregos, was the best manager I've ever played for. Our relationship was so special.and he was the one that taught me how to be a leader. Fregos and I could relate to each other whether we were in the clubhouse or on the field. In 1993 The City of Brotherly Love changed the world..Fregos was the driving force!!!”

“Jim föddes i en generation som såg datorer som magi, Jack är från en som alltid tagit dem för givet. När Jim var liten bestraffade man barn genom att tvinga dem att gå till sina rum, nuförtiden tvingar man barn att komma ut ur dem. En generation fick skäll för att inte kunde sitta still och nästa får skäll för att de aldrig rör sig. Så när Jim skriver en rapport trycker han beslutsamt varje tangent ända ner i botten, kontrollerar genast skärmen för att försäkra sig om att den inte lurat honom, och först därefter trycker han på nästa tangent. För Jim lurar man minsann inte. Jack skriver givetvis i gengäld så som unga män som aldrig levt i en värld utan internet gör, kan göra det med ögonbindel, snuddar tangenterna så lätt att ett forensiskt förbannat laboratorium inte skulle kunna bevisa att han rört dem. De både männen driver varandra till vansinne, förstås, med de allra minsta saker. När sonen söker efter något på internet säger han att han "googlar", när pappan ska göra samma sak säger han: "Det ska jag slå upp på Google." När de är oense om något säger pappan "jo men det är så för det har jag läst på Google!" och sonen gapar: "Man läser inte saker på Google pappa, man söker efter..." Det är så att säga inte det faktum att pappan inte begriper hur man ska använda teknik som sonen blir galen på, utan att pappan nästan förstår. Jim vet till exempel fortfarande inte hur man tar en skärmdump, så när han vill ta en bild av något på sin datorskärm fotograferar han datorskärmen med sin mobiltelefon. När han vill ta en bild av något på sin mobiltelefon lägger han den i kopiatormaskinen. Det senaste riktigt stora bråket Jim och Jack hade var när någon chefs chef kom på att stadens poliskår skulle bli "mer tillgänglig på sociala medier" (för i Stockholm är poliserna tydligen så in i helsike tillgängliga hela tiden) och bad dem ta bilder av varandra under en vanlig arbetsdag. Så Jim fotograferade Jack i polisbilen. Medan jack körde. Med blixt.”

“Jim Greenfield’s The Taxman Cometh will undoubtedly put a smile on the face of even the most dedicated big government freeloader. In the ‘Everyone Deserves a Trophy’ society we live in, it’s refreshing to know that Jim’s literary voice will cut through the politics, using the American spirit of a used car dealer.”

“Jim Grimsley's unflinching self-examination of his own boyhood racial prejudices during the era of school desegregation is one of the most compelling memoirs of recent years. Vivid, precise, and utterly honest, How I Shed My Skin is a time-machine of sorts, a reminder that our past is every bit as complex as our present, and that broad cultural changes are often intimate, personal, and idiosyncratic.”