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“Second, they [those who disagree with market efficiency] always claim they know a man, a bank, or a fund that does do better. Alas, anecdotes are not science. And once Wharton School dissertations seek to quantify the performers, these have a tendency to evaporate into the air - or, at least, into statistically insignificant t-statistics.”

“Secondary structural dissociation involves one ANP and more than one EP. Examples of secondary structural dissociation are complex PTSD, complex forms of acute stress disorder, complex dissociative amnesia, complex somatoform disorders, some forms of trauma-relayed personality disorders, such as borderline personality disorder, and dissociative disorder not otherwise specified (DDNOS).. Secondary structural dissociation is characterized by divideness of two or more defensive subsystems. For example, there may be different EPs that are devoted to flight, fight or freeze, total submission, and so on. (Van der Hart et al., 2004). Gail, a patient of mine, does not have a personality disorder, but describes herself as a "changed person." She survived a horrific car accident that killed several others, and in which she was the driver. Someone not knowing her history might see her as a relatively normal, somewhat anxious and stiff person (ANP). It would not occur to this observer that only a year before, Gail had been a different person: fun-loving, spontaneous, flexible, and untroubled by frightening nightmares and constant anxiety. Fortunately, Gail has been willing to pay attention to her EPs; she has been able to put the process of integration in motion; and she has been able to heal. p134”

“Secondly, the proper counsel and intention of God in sending his Son into the world to die was, that thereby he might confirm and ratify the new covenant to his elect, and purchase for them all the good things which are contained in the tenure of that covenant, - to wit, grace and glory; that by his death he might bring many (yet some certain) children to glory, obtaining for them that were given unto him by his Father (that is, his whole church) reconciliation with God, remission of sins, faith, righteousness, sanctification, and life eternal.”

“Secondly, this text will often refer to the “collapse of compassion” effect. It has been repeatedly demonstrated that humans care more about animals when they are presented as named individuals, rather than when they are shown in groups (Payne 2010). Generally, the more victims a tragedy has, the less humans will care, and the less-likely they are to donate their time or money to help solve the situation (Payne 2010; Cameron et al. 2011: 1). This is termed the “collapse of compassion” Effect.”

“Secondly, you can spend your whole life being a story that happens to somebody else. You can twist and cram and shave down every aspect of your personality that doesn’t quite fit into the story boys have grown up expecting, but eventually, one day, you’ll wake up and want something else, and you’ll have to choose. Because the other thing about stories is that they end. The book closes, and you’re left with yourself, a grown fucking woman with no more pieces of cultural detritus from which to construct a personality. I tried and failed to be a character in a story somebody else had written for me. What concerns me now is the creation of new narratives, the opening of space in the collective imagination for women who have not been permitted such space before, for women who don’t exist to please, to delight, to attract men, for women who have more on our minds. Writing is a different kind of magic, and everyone knows what happens to women who do their own magic - but it’s a risk you have to take.”

“Secondly, man sins against nature when he goes against his generic nature, that is to say, his animal nature. Now, it is evident that, in accord with natural order, the union of the sexes among animals is ordered towards conception. From this it follows that every sexual intercourse that cannot lead to conception is opposed to man's animal nature.”

“Secondly, there are such things as roving wiretaps. Now, by the way, any time you hear the United States government talking about wiretap, it requires - a wiretap requires a court order. [...] Nothing has changed, by the way. When we're talking about chasing down terrorists, we're talking about getting a court order before we do so. [...]”

“Secondo dei dati statistici, trascorriamo in media trenta minuti al giorno a cercare le cose, e chi è particolarmente disordinato dedica alla ricerca degli oggetti smarriti addirittura due ore al giorno. Se una persona lavora venti giorni al mese, significa che spreca fino a quaranta ore al mese a cercare cose che non sono al loro posto. Se riuscite a risolvere questo problema in sole sei ore, il ritorno dell’investimento di tempo sarà enorme e immediato. Con una scrivania ordinata che vi dà gioia, la vostra efficienza al lavoro è destinata a crescere.”

“Secondo il Journal Nature Climate Change, il turismo è responsabile dell’8% delle emissioni di anidride carbonica dell’economia globale. E se è vero che circa il 75% dell’inquinamento viene prodotto dai mezzi di trasporto (sia aerei che terrestri), il 21% è da ricondurre esclusivamente al consumo energetico delle strutture alberghiere. Sono cifre che fanno riflettere. Trovare alternative praticabili a un settore così poco sostenibile come il nostro non è solo auspicabile. È, a questo punto, obbligatorio.”

“Secondo le accuse, le “streghe” erano donne che avevano rapporti con il diavolo, si dedicavano a riti satanici e si abbandonavano a folli orge. In realtà si trattava di donne esperte in medicina naturale, per lo più contadine che conoscevano le proprietà curative delle erbe, usate ancora oggi. Ma queste donne, accrescendo le loro conoscenze e capacità di aiutare la gente, che le apprezzava, si affrancavano dalla dipendenza da Dio e dalla Chiesa.”

“Secondo me esiste una Dea Madre che controlla tutta la natura e il mondo. Di fatto tutta la natura è la Madre Dea ed è lei che nutre e crea ogni vita. Puoi parlarle e puoi sentire il suo calore nel sole e nella terra in primavera. Puoi sentire la sua pelle nell’erba soffice e nel pelo degli animali e delle piume degli uccelli. Puoi sentire il suo gusto nel cibo che prendi dalla natura e nella dolce acqua di un torrente. Puoi sentire il suo profumo nelle foreste di pini e nelle foglie secche e nel caprifoglio e nelle foglie di quercia nella pioggia. Puoi sentire la sua voce nel canto degli uccelli e nel vento fra gli alberi e nella neve che scricchiola sotto gli scarponi e nel verso dei gufi. E la puoi vedere delle colline ondulate e nella brughiera E nella doccia qua di un torrente. Puoi sentire il suo profumo nelle foreste di pini e nelle foglie secche e del caprifoglio e nelle foglie di quercia nella pioggia. Puoi sentire la sua voce nel canto degli uccelli e nel vento fra gli alberi e nella neve che scricchiola sotto gli scarponi e nel verso dei gufi. E la puoi vedere nelle colline ondulate e nella brughiera e ...”

“Secondo te mi sento così inutile perché non ho figli da guardar crescere?" mi ha chiesto mentre facevamo i piatti. "Ma come non ne hai, hai sposato un bambinone che non se ne andrà mai di casa, non patirai neanche la sindrome del nido vuoto." Con le mani nella schiuma del lavello abbiamo riso, ma eravamo un dittico strano e pietoso, lei giovane già coi rimpianti e io vecchia con ancora delle pretese.”

“Seconds later, a girl emerged from the stairwell, her feet barely tapping the floor. I stepped back, shocked. She wasn't a fifty-year-old lady. She wasn't my daughter. She wasn't Robert either. She was fifteen, if that. Her cheeks were the color of brick. I opened the door. She was wearing a rain jacket, and her hands were hidden in her sleeves. "Sorry," she said. "The subway was so slow. I got out at Ninety-Sixth Street and walked." Her voice was deeper than I would have thought. She took off a hat that looked too big for her, all flaps and flannel. She was long-necked, reddish-haired, and freckled, but olive in the skin, as if she'd been shaded. Her eyes were light blue, like ancient sea glass. She took off her sneakers without using her hands and then leaned over and placed them neatly by the door. They were flat as pancakes, with shoelaces that didn't match. She was wearing socks with white bugs on them. She curled her toes when she saw me looking. "You know they eat them in Thailand?" she said. "Oven-baked with green curry." "Socks?" I asked. "No," she said and the sides of her cheeks lifted into a smile. "Crickets on my socks.”

“Seconds later, the female security officer grabbed a pair of my father's shorts from the top of the duffel bag, and emptied out the contents of his pockets. A lighter, three nail files, a pocket wrench, a pair of pliers, a screwdriver, and a nectarine fell onto the folding table. I looked at the woman, looked at my father, and then looked around to see if anyone else was watching. "What's the problem?" my father asked the woman. "Sir, I'm going to have to take this lighter away from you," she said. "The lighter?" I asked her. "What about the bomb kit he's carrying around? He could do a lot more damage to a person with that wrench." "I need the wrench!" he shrieked. "For what?" "What if something goes wrong with the plane?”