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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| f786f2a | Artemis of the wilderness (agrotera), lady of wild beasts (potnia theron). | Artemis | ||
| ec6542c | Oddly, they were never sanguine about their own combat prowess. Most of them, officers and men, felt a deep respect for, and almost an inferiority before, the various professionals that comprised the other U.N. troops in Korea. Their praise of the allies--the French, Thais, Turks, and Abyssinians--was far removed from the grousing about allies that had marked most previous wars. Most Americans, privately, would admit the U.N. troops were be.. | T.R. Fehrenbach | ||
| 78503ad | But the most ironic thing, in those bitter days of December 1950, was that the commentators who cried havoc the loudest were the very men who had done most to change and destroy the old 1945 Army. These were the men who had shouted for the boys to be brought home, who had urged the troops to exert civil rights. They were the ones who had hinted that leaders trying to delay the frenetic demobilization, or the reform of the Army, were no bett.. | T.R. Fehrenbach | ||
| 9d7a024 | extremely primitive conditions a certain order was established. The | T.R. Fehrenbach | ||
| 5a690ea | Ironically, the Chinese allowed those who ran toward the west to escape, and in many cases actually helped these men along by picking them up and carrying them until they were close to American lines. Those who stayed and fought were not seen again. | T.R. Fehrenbach | ||
| d88d3ca | The last men of the division to come through, arriving within the British lines of the morning of 1 December, could remember very little of what they had experienced. There comes a time when the conscious mind accepts no more; as with women experiencing childbirth, even the memory of pain is blotted out. | T.R. Fehrenbach | ||
| 6e328f6 | If another war follows Korea, if American policy is threatened anywhere on the globe, it will not be years and months, as in the two world wars, or days, as in Korea, but only hours until American troops are committed. In battle, Americans learn fast--those who survive. The pity is, their society seems determined to make them wait until the shooting starts. The word should go out sooner. | T.R. Fehrenbach | ||
| b1d47f1 | Following the July 1919 race riot in Washington, DC, Johnson investigated and offered this assessment of how and why peace was restored. "The Negroes saved themselves and saved Washington by their determination not to run but to fight, fight in the defense of their lives and their homes. If the white mob had gone unchecked--and it was only the determined effort of black men that checked it--Washington would have been another and worse East .. | Nicholas Johnson | ||
| 906519b | Mistress maiden (despoina nymphe), ruler of the stormy mountains. | Artemis | ||
| 1277da5 | Leto's daughter Artemis, goddess of the wilds. | Artemis | ||
| 8cf0b47 | Anyone who shoots a real gun at you when drunk and angry is simply not husband material, regardless of his taste in literature. | Julie Phillips | ||
| 1ec79d4 | Staghunter Artemis, on the hills thou dost eagerly hunt with fawnkilling Dionysos. | Artemis | ||
| 93fce65 | Praise Artemis too, the maiden huntress, who wanders on the mountains and through the woods. | Artemis | ||
| 8846809 | On November 2, 1899, eight members of the United States Navy were awarded the Congressional Medal of Honor for extraordinary heroism and service beyond the call of duty. On the night of June 2, 1898, they had volunteered to scuttle the collier USS Merrimac, with the intention of blocking the entry channel to Santiago de Cuba. On orders of Rear Admiral William T. Sampson, who was in command, their intention was to trap Spanish Admiral Cerver.. | maritime-history medal-of-honor us-naval-history | Captain Hank Bracker The Exciting Story of Cuba | |
| 1dd10d9 | And that love letter you wrote," Rowan added helpfully. "Signing it with another chap's name." Emma Smallwood's eyes widened, and she turned to look at him, brows high. Henry felt his neck heat. His cravat seemed suddenly far too tight. "That's right," Phillip nodded as the memory returned to him. "Pugsworth, was it not?" Julian grinned at Miss Smallwood, clearly enjoying himself. "Did you really think this Pugsworth fellow in love with you.. | Julie Klassen | ||
| 4db8fee | Do you recall the last time you and I danced? I am afraid I was rude to you." She ducked her head, embarrassed. "You didn't like being forced to dance with me then any more than now, I imagine." It was his turn to be taken aback. "Miss Smallwood, you are mistaken. I am very much enjoying dancing with you. I only hesitated because I thought you would prefer to dance with Phillip." | Julie Klassen | ||
| 13cd60f | What's put that secret smile on your face?" Phillip asked, a teasing light in his eyes. "Don't tell me Henry was actually pleasant company." "He was," Emma allowed. "Very knowledgeable." Julian said, "What did you do out there all that time--that's what I'd like to know." He leaned back in his chair and watched her face with a knowing smirk. "Lizzie said the two of you were alone out there for quite some time." "Oh?" Phillip asked, clearly .. | Julie Klassen | ||
| 3e6c1c0 | The newsletter's editor, Ted Cogswell, illustrated an issue with pictures of naked women--intended, he said, as a joke. Suzy Charnas informed him that this kind of "joke" was aggression disguised as humor." | Julie Phillips | ||
| e157cfc | the day when male writers can speak for women is speeding by. Fast. | writer writing | Julie Phillips | |
| 2c797e5 | With battle-weary arms, Sheridan slugged his way across the luminous waves sending light-filled droplets splashing into the air like Fourth of July sparklers. Stumbling onto the lake's rocky banks, he clawed desperately at the animal skin suit, yanking at the fastenings and peeling back the suffocating shroud in a fitful temper tantrum. He collapsed onto the glitter washed shore, his chest heaving, his forehead pulsing with pumped up veins. | meaning pain purpose suffering | Phillip White | |
| 42b9535 | Whereas the disparity between Henry and me is permanent?" She tucked her chin, regarding him in bemusement. "I never meant to suggest any such thing." Did Phillip feel inferior in some way to his elder brother? She could not credit it. He flicked a playful finger under her chin. "I should hope not. I always rather thought you preferred me to Henry." Emma's nerves crackled to life. She took a long breath and told herself to stop imagining re.. | Julie Klassen | ||
| d2f3045 | THE ROBOT MEN OF BUBBLE CITY, by Rog Phillips Originally published in Fantastic Adventures, July 1949. Turlogh Hogan pressed the stud that raised the parabolic projector but of its recess in the hull of his ship. The second the light on the panel flashed on, signaling the projector was in operating position, he flicked the relay button that sent the ultra-high frequency current through its opposing coils. | Fritz Leiber | ||
| f511946 | Plato invents philosophical etymologies for the names of the gods:] | Artemis | ||
| 31768ab | I am not a politician, and my other habits are good, also. | Artemus Ward | ||
| 31ac77b | The prevailin' weakness of most public men is to Slop over. G. Washington never slopt over. | Artemus Ward | ||
| 661f4b3 | Did you ever have the measels, and if so, how many? | Artemus Ward | ||
| f9223c9 | Try not to base your decision on this room, it isn't representative of the whole world. Somewhere the sun is hot on a rubbery leaf, clouds are making shapes and reshaping and reshaping, a spiderweb is broken but still works. | Miranda July | ||
| bcfe064 | eating and aching and sleeping and loving happen in the body. But it's not impossible to imagine losing my appetite for those things; they aren't always easy, and they take so much time. | Miranda July | ||
| 4492d01 | In their entire refugee dossier - hundreds of pages - this letter was the only mention of my grandparents' marriage. But whether they wed for love, loyalty, or my grandmother's beautiful black hair, at least now I knew the date: July 12, 1994. | Miranda Richmond Mouillot | ||
| b388232 | The receptionist xeroxed my insurance card while explaining that chromotherapy isn't covered by insurance. | miranda july | ||
| 1bdec62 | I explained about how we were in Rick's hands and also how he had washed his hands. | Miranda July | ||
| ad88ccf | If you were wise enough to know that this life would consist mostly of letting go of things you wanted, then why not get good at the letting go, rather than the trying to have? These exotic revelation bubbled up involuntarily and I began to understand that the sleeplessness and vigilance and constant feedings were a form of brainwashing, a process by which my old self was being molded, slowly but with a steady force, into a new shape: a mot.. | Miranda July | ||
| 19b9622 | By now everyone must have realized that this person is not coming back to the picnic. Everyone was wrong; this person is not who they thought this person was. This person plunges underwater and moves her hair around like a sea anemone. This person can stay underwater for an impressively long time but only in a bathtub. This person wonders if there will ever be an Olympic contest for holding your breath under bathwater. If there were such a .. | Miranda July | ||
| 664e2e4 | And she felt a real sense of loss. Even though she knew she had never had an accent. It was the birthmark, which in its density had lent color even to her voice. She didn't miss the birthmark, but she missed her Norwegian heritage, like learning of new relatives, only to discover they have just died. | Miranda July | ||
| bcd76c4 | I kept getting older while he stayed young, my tiny husband. | Miranda July | ||
| 36b29f7 | I could see it so clearly, the zygote-shiney and bulbous, filled with the electric memory of being two but now dammed with the eternal loneliness of being just one. | Miranda July | ||
| 7001898 | I realize that we all think we might be terrible people. But we only reveal this before we ask someone to love us. It is a kind of undressing. | Miranda July | ||
| 5889583 | I felt like I wasn't living thoroughly enough -- I was distracted in ways I wouldn't be if I'd been born in 1929. | distractions mindfulness modern-life | Miranda July | |
| 88e43e0 | I guess that's true, you really can't complain, can you? | Miranda July | ||
| b4c1f06 | We held each other's hands and laughed with feigned embarrassment that gradually took hold and became real. | Miranda July | ||
| 843d32e | But I knew jumping was like dying, I would have to let go of everything. | Miranda July | ||
| 5ac4574 | Was I like honey thinking it's a small bear, not realizing the bear is just the shape of its bottle? -Cheryl | cheryl identity perception perspective self self-awareness the-first-bad-man | Miranda July | |
| 9d44b60 | She looked at me for a long time and then pulled an old envelope out of the trash and drew a pear on it. "This is how your body is shaped. See? Teeny tiny on top and not so tiny on the bottom." Then she explained the illusion created by wearing dark colors on the bottom and bright colors on top. When I see other women with this color combination I check to see if they're a pear too and they always are--two pears can't fool each other." | Miranda July | ||
| 3e0e513 | Once Carl had called me ginjo, which I thought meant "sister" until he told me it's Japanese for a man, usually an elderly man, who lives in isolation while he keeps the fire burning for the whole village. "In the old myths he burns his clothes and then his bones to keep it going," Carl said. I made myself very still so he would continue; I love to be described. "Then he has to find something else to keep the fire going so he has ubitsu. Th.. | Miranda July |