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The two men sat there together, in the kind of silence that's not empty because it has the thoughts of two longtime friends to fill it.
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First principle: there's no such thing as reality. We make it up by perceiving stimuli from the environment - external or internal - and making statements about it. Everybody perceives stuff, everybody makes up statements about it, everybody - so far as we can tell - agrees enough to get by, so that when I say 'Hand me the coffee' you know what to hand me. And that's reality. Second principle; people get used to a certain kind of reality an..
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We are men, and human words are all we have: even the Word of God is composed actually of the words of men." (HUNTING THE DIVINE FOX, by Robert Farrar Capon,"
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Any beginning is also an ending, you know. You can't have just the one.
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Nazareth wasted no time in anything she did, and years of experience with her brood of nine had given her a firm way of bustling another person along that was impressive even to a professional nurse who did professional person-bustling.
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But she would learn. Every woman was a prisoner for life; it was not some burden that she bore uniquely. She would have all the company she could ever need. *
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He stayed carefully away from the profs, he ran the data they gave him without allowing any of it to register in his memory--that's what you have computers for, so you don't have to put stuff in your own memory--and that was all he did.
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No longer were there "doctors" of anthropology and physics and literature to offend the real doctors and confuse the public; they had put a stop to that, as they had put a stop to so many things that were unseemly and inappropriate."
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A symbol is best answered by a symbol. Not by a . . . meat cleaver.
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stupid man was the "in charge" position, leaving people who knew what they were doing free to do it, while"
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Confederation Day every blessed year on December 12.
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Judas Rose both articulates and critiques the New World Order that was beginning to develop when Elgin was writing the novel. It also speaks to our new New World Order, in which a patriotic nationalism claiming to support feminist emancipation is activated in the name of a transnational global culture whose economic order is indifferent, at best, to the well-being of women.
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It was her favorite cup, emerald-green china with a rim of silver, and sturdy enough to drink from half awake without worrying that she'd crush it, the last unbroken one of a set used for company meals when she was still in Granny School. She despised the cups her mother and grandmother chose to start their days with, delicate white porcelain with the Brightwater Crest on the side, big enough to hold maybe three good swallows, and so frail ..
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The language we use to describe and operate in the world affects the way we understand the world, our place in it, and our interactions with one another. Changing our language changes our world. This
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Women are valued to the degree that they serve the needs of men.
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There's got to be something you can do with them, or they will literally drive you crazy. Women out of control are a curse--and if you don't put a stop to it, you'll regret it bitterly later on.
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There was no end to the inventiveness of men when their goal was to prove their mastery. It
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They are encumbered with secret pregnancies that never come to term. There are no terms, you don't see. They drag their swollen brains about with them everywhere; hidden in pleats and drapes and cunning pouches; and the unbearable keep kicking, kicking under the dura mater. It is no bloody wonder they have headaches. Hold them to your ear, lumpy as they are, and pale; that roar you hear is the surge of the damned unspeakable being kept back..
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True, everything they'd done so far had failed. But they had learned things! What had happened to the idea of knowledge for the sake of knowledge? Truth for the sake of truth?
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