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Not a wonder you are out camping with us princess,” Rizz said dryly. Falita gave a clearing snort of her opposite nostril and looked up. “Why's that?” “One can't go snorting and blowing snot all over a castle. It would ruin the décor!” Falita ignored the comment. “A bath would certainly freshen things up.” “You've bathed three times in five days. How many more baths do you need?” Artamos asked. “Enough to stay clean, and I don't recall either of you bathing on this trip.” “I don't need to Princess,” Rizz replied. “I have my own naturally sweet odor.” Falita scrunched up her nose, “I'm aware of that, and it is not pleasing in camp. ↗
#apprentice #fantasy #hall #humor #nature
...the story of the young woman whose death I witnessed in a concentration camp. It is a simple story. There is little to tell and it may sound as if I had invented it; but to me it seems like a poem. This young woman knew that she would die in the next few days. But when I talked to her she was cheerful in spite of this knowledge. "I am grateful that fate has hit me so hard," she told me. "In my former life I was spoiled and did not take spiritual accomplishments seriously." Pointing through the window of the hut, she said, "This tree here is the only friend I have in my loneliness." Through that window she could see just one branch of a chestnut tree, and on the branch were two blossoms. "I often talk to this tree," she said to me. I was startled and didn't quite know how to take her words. Was she delirious? Did she have occasional hallucinations? Anxiously I asked her if the tree replied. "Yes." What did it say to her? She answered, "It said to me, 'I am here-I am here-I am life, eternal life. ↗
#fate #friendship #illness #life #loneliness
Edie enters the Factory in her otherworldly daze. She is at once natural and a creation of pure artifice. Everything about her - her tights, her long legs, her high heels, her preternaturally skinny body, her huge eyes - seems to drift upwards as if the cigarette she is smoking were made of helium. ↗
Tyrion felt the heat rise in him. “It was not my dagger,” he insisted. “How many times must I swear to that? Lady Stark, whatever you may believe of me, I am not a stupid man. Only a fool would arm a common footpad with his own blade.” Just for a moment, he thought he saw a flicker of doubt in her eyes, but what she said was, “Why would Petyr lie to me?” “Why does a bear shit in the woods?” he demanded. “Because it is his nature. Lying comes as easily as breathing to a man like Littlefinger. You ought to know that, you of all people. ↗
Uma mulher de trinta anos possui atrativos irresistíveis para um rapaz; nada há mais natural, mais poderosamente urdido e melhor preestabelecido que as afeições profundas de que a sociedade nos oferece tantos exemplos entre uma mulher como a marquesa e um jovem como Carlos de Vandenesse.De fato, uma jovem tem demasiadas ilusões, demasiada inexperiência, e o sexo é bastante cúmplice do amor, para que um homem possa sentir-se lisonjeado, enquanto uma mulher conhece toda a extensão dos sacrifícios que tem que fazer. Uma é arrastada pela curiosidade, por seduções estranhas às do amor; a outra obedece a um sentimento consciencioso. Uma cede, a outra escolhe. Essa escolha já não é por si uma imensa lisonja? Dotada de um saber quase sempre caramente pago por desgosto, dando-se, a mulher experiente parece dar mais que a si própria; enquanto a jovem, ignorante e crédula, nada sabendo, nada pode comparar nem apreciar, ela aceita o amor e estuda-o. Uma instrui-nos, aconselha-nos numa idade em que se gosta de ser guiado, em que a obediência é um prazer; a outra tudo quer saber, e, onde esta se mostra apenas ingênua, mostra-se a outra profundamente terna. Aquela apresenta-nos um só triunfo, esta obriga-nos a combates perpétuos. A primeira só tem lágrimas e prazeres; a segunda, voluptuosidades e remorsos. Para que uma jovem seja a amante, deve estar demasiado corrompida, e então a abandonamos com horror; enquanto uma mulher possui mil meios de conservar ao mesmo tempo o poder e a dignidade. Uma, extremamente submissa, oferece-nos tristes garantias de repouso; a outra perde demasiado para não pedir ao amor as suas mil metamorfoses. Uma desonra-se apenas a si; a outra mata em proveito do amante uma família inteira. A jovem tem apenas uma vaidade e crê ter dito tudo, despindo o vestido; porém a mulher tem-nas em grande número e oculta-se sob mil véus; enfim, ela acaricia todas as vaidades, e a noviça apenas lisonjeia uma. Há, além disso, no amor da mulher de trinta anos, certas indecisões, terrores, receios, perturbações e tempestades o amor de uma jovem nunca pode oferecer. Chegando a essa idade, a mulher pede ao jovem que lhe restitua a estima que lhe sacrificou; só vive para ele, ocupa-se do seu futuro, deseja-lhe uma linda existência, torna-a até gloriosa; obedece, pede e ordena, abaixa-se e eleva-se e sabe consolar em mil ocasiões em que à jovem apenas é da do gemer. Enfim, além de todas as vantagens da sua posição, a mulher de trinta anos pode tornar-se jovem, representar todos os papéis, ser pudica e embelezar-se até com a própria desgraça. Entre ambas, encontra-se a diferença incomensurável do previsto ao imprevisto, da força à fraqueza. A mulher de trinta anos satisfaz tudo, e a jovem, sob pena de deixar de sê-lo, nada deve satisfazer. ↗
It seemed so natural, receiving it, watching others receive it, assuming that the approval of others determined our worth. Then one day we found we couldn't feel any worth without it. We'd forgotten that we were gifted in ways unimaginable, created with a unique purpose like no other, that people are hurting, that we beat that same hurt and we can help them. There is no one as valuable as you. Unlearn that old lie. ↗
Chava," he said, "it's a cruel irony that you have the most difficulty precisely when those around you are on their best behavior. I suspect you would find it much easier if we all cast politeness aside, and took whatever we pleased." She considered. "It would be easier, at first. But then you might hurt each other to gain your wishes, and grow afraid of each other, and still go on wanting. ↗
The flesh,' as Saint Paul used the term, refers, ironically, not to our bodies but to fallen human nature. The 'carnal' spirit is the one that devours things for itself and refuses to make them an oblation to God. The carnal spirit is cruel, egocentric, avaricious, gluttonous, and lecherous, and as such us fevered, restless, and divided. The spiritual man, on the other hand, is alone the man who both knows what flesh is for and can enter into its amplitude. The lecher, for example, supposes that he knows more about love than the virgin or the continent man. He knows nothing. Only the virgin and the faithful spouse knows what love is about. The glutton supposes that he knows the pleasures of food, but the true knowledge of food is unavailable to his dribbling and surfeited jowls. The difference between the carnal man and the spiritual man is not physical. They may look alike and weigh the same. The different lies, rather, between one's being divided, snatching and grabbing at things, even nonphysical things like fame and power, or being whole and receiving all things as Adam was meant to receive them, in order to offer them as an oblation to their Giver. ↗
Mr. Cat and Mr. Dog were neighbors who fought like, well, cats and dogs. That is until Mr. Rat moved in. It's fascinating how easily two enemies ally at the introduction of a third. ↗
