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| 5e82f69 | And yet something unsettling remained about the notion of John Pastano as a willful murderer: the recollection, perhaps, that after murdering Mary Castro, he had filled his hat with her blood and wandered out into the street with it. When he was collared over by the Tea-Water Pump, broken English had spilled out from the man. "Why you catch me?" he asked innocently. "Me not do" | Paul Collins | ||
| 7b6fb43 | The assembly proceeded to the new grave that would come to serve as a burial place for Edgar, Virginia, and Aunt Maria, reuniting the peculiar household that been Poe's sorrow and solace in life. There they read aloud his final poem, "Annabel Lee"--and in its last lines, the farewell of an artist finally at rest: And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling--my darling--my life and my bride In her sepulchre there by the .. | Paul Collins | ||
| ca36c1e | But this much is known: Hamilton shot into the trees. Burr, leveling his pistol at his foe, did not. | Paul Collins | ||
| f78f309 | Whether the world at large recognized him or his work, something had changed inside the shifting identity of the fugitive Edgar Allan Poe--something irrevocable. He was an author now. | Paul Collins | ||
| 95993bf | Captain, sir,' called Coster from the rear of the shed. 'Cleared to shit.' 'Proceed,' Fa'ared called back. The Preceptor glared at Coster. 'Can you not wait? | fa-ared jelindel preceptor | Paul Collins | |
| 111f0b1 | Much of Hamilton's previous two years had been spent building up an "additional army," justified by stoking fears of a French invasion of godless radicals. That country's revolution, Hamilton warned, exposed America to a veritable "volcano of atheism, depravity, and absurdity ... an engine of despotism and slavery." | Paul Collins | ||
| ab552a4 | coffee biggins"--the last being the latest fad from France, involving the boiling of coffee rather than merely drinking it as a dissolved" | Paul Collins | ||
| 41c0dac | Napoleon Bonaparte. The new leader had no immediate fight to pick with America; some thought he might actually bring peace to Europe. Hamilton's endless demands for more funding and troops were beginning to look foolish. | Paul Collins | ||
| 84e973a | Put the penis schematic away, he told the coroner. | Paul Collins | ||
| 09e24db | THE YOUNG carpenter miserably regarded his fellow inmates. Some had been confined for so long that nobody even knew why they were there anymore. One wild-looking blind and insane man known as "Paul from New Jersey" snored quietly on the floor, with only a block of wood as his pillow. When awake, he wandered around naked and filthy. An appalled visitor, asking why the man had been left naked, found the staff unconcerned: "The keeper explaine.. | Paul Collins | ||
| 28f0bfc | For more fortunate readers, it reminded them that "the action of the clytoris in women is like that of a penis to man," and the key to "brifk and vigorous" enjoyments--especially with "cares and thoughts of business drowned in a glafs of rofy wine." | Paul Collins | ||
| d2ab722 | Positive and direct proof of fraud is not to be expected.... The nature of the thing itself, which is generally carried out in a secret and clandestine manner, does not admit of any but circumstantial evidence; and therefore, if no proof of actual fraud were allowed in such cases, much mischief and villainy would ensue, and pass with impunity. Circumstantial evidence is all that can be expected, and indeed all that is necessary to substanti.. | Paul Collins | ||
| 4ae243b | This backward construction was an authorial slight of hand that Poe understood well. Pondering what he called "tales of ratiocination"--his own name for detective stories--Poe later remarked, "People think them more ingenious than they are--on account of their method and air of method. In the 'Murders in the Rue Morgue,' for instance, where is the ingenuity of unravelling a web which you yourself (the author) have woven? The reader is made .. | Paul Collins | ||
| 937155f | You could expect bread, cheese, preserved apples, eggs, and a solid draft of warm beer. Tea and coffee were only slowly taking hold at breakfast in the finer houses, and the city's old Dutch families still drank cocoa at breakfast | Paul Collins | ||
| 08488d4 | I know the ways of the Mafia. | Paul Collins | ||
| ae35b16 | The Rail Fence Cipher Suppose | Martin Gardner | ||
| ef95c32 | Contrariwise,' continued Tweedledee, 'if it was so, it might be; and if it were so, it would be; but as it isn't, it ain't. That's logic. | Martin Gardner | ||
| 3ee7386 | LEWIS CARROLL'S CIPHER | Martin Gardner | ||
| 72c6ff0 | We cannot tell that we are constantly splitting into duplicate selves because our consciousness rides smoothly along only one path in the endlessly forking chains | identity science science-fiction wisdom wise | Martin Gardner | |
| 5b553f9 | Me, too! I'll sell my bras and buy two million! One per cup! | Maki Murakami | ||
| cbeb5a0 | I don't. If it mattered to me even one bit, I wouldn't be here with you, Nakano-san! | Maki Murakami | ||
| fed9827 | Qualche volta il destino assomiglia a una tempesta di sabbia che muta incessantemente la direzione del percorso. Per evitarlo cambi l'andatura. E il vento cambia andatura, per seguirti meglio. Tu allora cambi di nuovo, e subito di nuovo il vento cambia per adattarsi al tuo passo. Questo si ripete infinite volte, come una danza sinistra con il dio della morte prima dell'alba. Perche quel vento non e qualcosa che e arrivato da lontano, indipe.. | Murakami Haruki [村上 春樹] | ||
| a72ec46 | All the perpetrator asks is that the bystander do nothing. He appeals to the universal desire to see, hear, and speak no evil. The victim, on the contrary, asks the bystander to share the burden of pain. The victim demands action, engagement, and remembering.... | Jon Krakauer | ||
| f25460d | The Plastic People of the Universe played 'Venus in Furs' from Velvet Underground, and I knew everything was basically okay. | Tom Stoppard | ||
| 0613fd7 | They had it in for us, didn't they? Right from the beginning. Who'd have thought that we were so important? | Tom Stoppard | ||
| fcd202f | With love everything is bought, everything is saved. If even I, a sinful man, just like you, was moved to tenderness and felt pity for you, how much more will God be. Love is such a priceless treasure that you can buy the whole world with it, and redeem not only your own but other people's sins. | Fyodor Dostoyevsky | ||
| 41d9c2c | Consciousness, for example, is infinitely higher than two times two. After two times two there would, of course, be nothing left - not only to do, but even to learn. The only possible thing to do then would be to stop up our five senses and immerse ourselves in contemplation. Well, but with consciousness, though the result comes out the same - that is, again there's nothing to do - at least one can occasionally whip oneself, and, after all,.. | Fyodor Dostoyevsky | ||
| f8163ef | Towards the end I myself could not stand it: as I grew older, a need for people, for friends, developed. I tried to start getting closer with some; but the attempt always came out unnaturally and would simply end of itself. | Fyodor Dostoyevsky | ||
| 54f2328 | No hay un solo pueblo que haya organizado su vida segun los principios de la razon y la ciencia. No ha habido nunca un ejemplo de ello, o quiza solo durante un momento y eso por estupidez. El socialismo, por su indole misma, tiene que ser ateismo, puesto que proclama desde el primer momento que es una institucion atea y que trata de organizarse exclusivamente segun los principios de la ciencia y la razon. Ahora bien, en la vida de los puebl.. | Fyodor Dostoyevsky | ||
| 0b579d0 | Consciousness, for instance, is infinitely superior to twice two makes four. Once you have mathematical certainty there is nothing left to do or to understand. There will be nothing left but to bottle up your five senses and plunge into contemplation. While if you stick to consciousness, even though the same result is attained, you can at least flog yourself at times, and that will, at any rate, liven you up. Reactionary as it is, corporal .. | Fyodor Dostoyevsky | ||
| a2672c2 | Another circumstance, too, worried me in those days: that there was no one like me, and I was unlike any one else. "I am aline and they are every one," I thought--and pondered. For that it was evident that I was still a youngster." | Fyodor Dostoyevsky | ||
| 804818c | Another circumstance, too, worried me in those days: that there was no one like me, and I was unlike any one else. "I am alone and they are every one," I thought--and pondered. For that it was evident that I was still a youngster." | Fyodor Dostoyevsky | ||
| 20c5b73 | I experienced, moreover, one form of suffering which is perhaps the sharpest, the most painful that can be experienced in a house of detention cut off from law and liberty. I mean forced association. Association with one's fellow men is to some extent forced everywhere and always; but nowhere is it so horrible as in a prison, where there are men with whom no one would consent to live. | Fyodor Dostoyevsky | ||
| 24f1655 | You're not simply getting old, you're getting decrepit.... You | Fyodor Dostoyevsky | ||
| 7a0e549 | Absurdity of absurdities. | Fyodor Dostoyevsky | ||
| 8d48f21 | Beautiful and sublime. | Fyodor Dostoyevsky | ||
| 385b4b6 | I can but thank you," he said, in a tone too respectful to be sincere, "for your kindness in letting me speak, for I have often noticed that our Liberals never allow other people to have an opinion of their own, and immediately answer their opponents with abuse, if they do not have recourse to arguments of a still more unpleasant nature." | Fyodor Dostoyevsky | ||
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| 11025db | Life had stepped into the place of theory | Fyodor Dostoyevsky | ||
| 50009ff | my vse do komizma predobrye liudi... | Fyodor Dostoyevsky | ||
| 692a6a9 | You will say that it is vulgar and contemptible to drag all this into public after all the tears and transports which I have myself confessed. But why is it contemptible? Can you imagine that I am ashamed of it all, and that it was stupider than anything in your life, gentlemen? And I can assure you that some of these fancies were by no means badly composed . . . . It did not all happen on the shores of Lake Como. And yet you are right -- i.. | self-loathing | Fyodor Dostoyevsky | |
| 34b9e2e | It is not miracles that dispose realists to belief. The genuine realist, if he is an unbeliever, will always find strength and ability to disbelieve in the miraculous, and if he is confronted with a miracle as an irrefutable fact he would rather disbelieve his own senses than admit the fact. Even if he admits it, he admits it as a fact of nature till then unrecognised by him. Faith does not, in the realist, spring from the miracle but the m.. | Fyodor Dostoyevsky | ||
| bceb9cc | The Apostle Thomas said that he would not believe till he saw, but when he did see he said, "My Lord and my God!" Was it the miracle forced him to believe? Most likely not, but he believed solely because he desired to believe and possibly he fully believed in his secret heart even when he said, "I do not believe till I see." | Fyodor Dostoyevsky | ||
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