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For the rest, they shall represent the other Free Peoples of the World: Elves, Dwarves, and Men, Legolas shall be for the Elves; and Gimli son of Gloin for the Dwarves. They are willing to go at least to the passes of the Mountains, and maybe beyond. For Men you shall have Aragorn son of Arathorn, for the Ring of Isildur concerns him closely ↗
This is a valley of ashes - a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens; where ashes take the form of houses and chimneys and riding smoke and, finally, with a transcendent effort, of men who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air. ↗
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He seems so frivolous and so careless, but he gives money to beggars, not frivolously or carelessly, but because he believes in giving money to beggars, and giving it to them “where they stand”. He says he knows perfectly well all the arguments against giving money to beggars. But he finds those to be precisely the arguments for giving money to them. If beggars are lazy or deceptive or wanting a drink, he knows only too well his own lack of motivation, his own dishonesty, his own thirst. He doesn’t believe in “scientific charity” because that is too easy, as easy as writing a check. He believes in “promiscuous charity” because that is really difficult. “It means the most dark and terrible of all human actions—talking to a man. In fact, I know of nothing more difficult than really talking to the poor men we meet.” (pp. 13-14) ↗
To this day, the behavior of straight men is something I’ve never been able to wrap my head around. Have you ever met one? They’re really weird. Sometimes they want to have sex without A Chorus Line playing in the background. Yuck. How is that even possible? ↗
De moderne mens: volledig in zichzelf gekeerd eet hij zijn patatje, tegen anderen opbotsend, een trek van wezenloze domheid en kwaadaardigheid op z'n gezicht dat ontsierd wordt door een modieus snorretje. Na z'n patatje te hebben opgevreten werpt de moderne, zelfbewuste, geseculariseerde mens het plastic bakje over z'n schouder op straat. Als hij langs onze winkel komt denkt hij: 'Uhh?! Boekies.' Dan smeert hij de mayonaise die nog aan z'n handen zit aan de buiten uitgestalde boeken, loopt de hal in en doet de deur half open om de verkoper toe te snauwen: 'Ken ik hier ook boekies inleveren!' En als de verkoper op z'n bekende vriendelijke manier uitlegt wat voor boeken hij wel zou willen kopen, kijkt de moderne mens hem niet-begrijpend en met openhangende, walmende muil aan: 'Literatuur! Wa bedoelu?' 'O, leesboekies. Nou daar heb ik nog wel wat van staan.' En enige seconden later verlaat de moderne mens de winkel om zijn zinloze, verontreinigende tocht door de straten, de stad en het leven voort te zetten. ↗
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