xxx/ellauri085.html on line 373: There is no “trickle down economics”. That isn’t something that exists. It’s a made up term to slander people left-wing socialists don’t like.
xxx/ellauri085.html on line 389: It’s a strange irony that a phrase made up to slander rich people, is actually dead on accurate.
xxx/ellauri085.html on line 419: They understood it going in. It’s called a trade-off: they know they could lose it all, but FOR the chance to make a lot of money over a long period of time they RISK losing whatever they put in. That’s WHY the business environment of taxes and regulations, trade restrictions, etc is so important: If the owner thinks that even if they succeed, the govt will take a big chunk of what they profit, then WHY RISK IT? So they will just put money overseas or in lower risk but lower returns that don’t employ as many people. (Except that more people means lower returns...)
xxx/ellauri085.html on line 432: It’s that simple: REDUCE BARRIERS to starting and doing business, and we all have more opportunities to prosper.
xxx/ellauri085.html on line 448: It’s not “trickle down” as if government action is the source of the money. It is “spurt up” when the government policies that discourage and suppress its productive use are relaxed. The remaining money in poor folk's socks and mattresses spurts up into the greedy pockets of the rich.
xxx/ellauri085.html on line 514: It’s currently estimated that the richest 200,000 families own about as much as the bottom 90% of households combined.
xxx/ellauri091.html on line 492: love. It’s a tough pill to swallow, but a good deal of Europe’s 44 official countries (as recognized by the United Nations) have no
xxx/ellauri091.html on line 505: It’s so crowded.
xxx/ellauri103.html on line 218: As for the culture police’s obsession with “authenticity,” fiction is inherently inauthentic. It’s fake. It’s self-confessedly fake; that is the nature of the form, which is about people who don’t exist and events that didn’t happen. The name of the game is not whether your novel honours reality; it’s all about what you can get away with. Well mine is anyway, I don't know about you. I try to get away with anything that is not nailed or welded fast.
xxx/ellauri103.html on line 226: Of course he’s exploiting her. It’s his book, and he made her up. He owns her, she is her property. He is free to fuck her, rape her, do whatever he wants. The character is his creature, to be exploited up a storm. Yet the reviewer chides that “special care should be taken with a story that’s not implicitly yours to tell” and worries that “Cleave pushes his own boundaries maybe further than they were meant to go.”
xxx/ellauri103.html on line 257: I’m from a small rural community, and ev’rybody who lived in my neighborhood, if you want to call it that, were relatives. We called it “the circle,” and our house was there, my grandmother’s house was there, an aun’ an’ uncle who were childless lived there, and (uh) a couple of aunts an’ uncles who had children. There were five female cousins, an’ in the summertime we hung out together all day long from early until late. In my grandmother’s yard was a maple tree, and the five of us developed that into our apartment building. Each of us had a limb, and [small laugh] the less daring cousins took the lo’er limbs, and I and another cousin a year younger than I always went as far to the top as we could, an’ we– we were kinda derisive of those girls who stayed with the lower limbs. We had front doors an’ back doors. The front door was the — the limb — were the limbs on the front, that were nearest (um) the boxwood hedge. And the grass was all worn away in that area. An’ then the back doorwa–was on the back side of the tree, an’ you could only enter the front an’ exit from the rear. And that had to be done by swinging off a limb that was fairly high off the ground, and (um) my cousin Belinda and I had no problem with that, but the other girls — that was always somethin’ we had to coax them into doin’. But still, you entered the front, you left the rear. We (um) ate our lunches together. When it was lunchtime — an’ our mothers always cooked lunch in the summertime ’cause they didn’ want to be in the hot kitchen at night. So we would just take our (um) — go home, an’ we’d load our plates with all the vegetables an’ the cornbread, an’ get our glasses of milk or ice tea or whatever we were havin’, an’ we would head for somebody’s yard, where we would all sit down an’ eat together. It was just an institution: lunch in somebody’s yard. An’ if you wanted to go home for a second helping– sometimes that was quite a little walk, but it was worth it, because that was our thing, having lunch together, every day. (Um) We gathered at my grandmother’s on Sundays. All my aunts would get those chairs, form a circle. (Uh) One crocheted. (Uh) Most of them just sat an’ talked, an’ we girls hung out for the main part with the women. (Uh) The men would gather around the fish pond, which was in a side yard. It was (um) — it was kind of a rock (um) pond that my granddaddy had, had built. There was a ir’n pipe in the middle, an’ when he went fishin’, he would put his catch in there. Or he caught a mud turtle, he’d put it in there. An’ there it stayed until it was time to kill it an’ cook it, whatever it was. The pipe in the middle had water that sprayed up all the time. There was a locust tree near there, an’ that’s where we girls picked the leaves an’ the thorns to make the doll clothes out o’ the locust. It’s where we always ate the watermelon. We always had to save the rind, an’ we always had to leave some pink on that rind, because my grandmother made watermelon pickles out o’ that rind. I hated the things. I thought they were the worst things I ever put in my mouth. But ever’body else thought watermelon pickles were just a great delicacy. That was also around the time that ev’rybody grew gladiolias [sic] an’ I thought they were the ugliest flower I’d ever laid my eyes on, but ever’body had gladiolias. ‘Course now I’ve come to appreciate the gladiolia, but back then I had absolutely no appreciation for it. It was also where we made (uh) ice cream, (uh) on the front porch. We made ice cream on Sunday afternoons. I had an aunt who worked in the general mercantile business that my family owned, an’ she was only home on Sunday, so she baked all day: homemade rolls an’ cakes. And so, she made cakes an’ we made ice cream, an’ ever’body wan’ed to crank, of course. (Um) That was just a big treat, to get to crank that ice cream. It was jus’ our Sunday afternoon thing, an’ I, I think back on it. All the aunts would sit around an’ they’d talk, an’ they’d smoke. Even if you never saw those ladies smoke, any other time o’ the week. On Sunday afternoon when we all were gathered about in gran- in granny’s yard, they’d have a cigarette. Just a way of relaxing, I suppose. The maple tree’s now gone. In later years, it was thought the maple tree, our apartment building, was shading the house too much an’ causing mildew, so it was removed at some point. And I don’t, to this day, enjoy lookin’ (uh) into that part o’ the yard. …
xxx/ellauri103.html on line 335: It’s not always OK if a white guy writes the story of a Nigerian woman because the actual Nigerian woman can’t get published or reviewed to begin with. It’s not always OK if a straight white woman writes the story of a queer Indigenous man, because when was the last time you heard a queer Indigenous man tell his own story? How is it that said straight white woman will profit from an experience that is not hers, and those with the actual experience never be provided the opportunity? It’s not always OK for a person with the privilege of education and wealth to write the story of a young Indigenous man, filtering the experience of the latter through their own skewed and biased lens, telling a story that likely reinforces an existing narrative which only serves to entrench a disadvantage they need never experience.
xxx/ellauri103.html on line 349: The kind of disrespect for others infused in Lionel Shriver’s keynote is the same force that sees people vote for Pauline Hanson. It’s the reason our First Peoples are still fighting for recognition, and it’s the reason we continue to stomach offshore immigration prisons. It’s the kind of attitude that lays the foundation for prejudice, for hate, for genocide.
xxx/ellauri103.html on line 433: The comment was one of a string as she defended herself after being called out for “liking” a tweet that compared hormone prescriptions to anti-depressants, which were over-prescribed to teenagers in the past with sometimes harmful results. It’s the second social media tussle the Harry Potter scribe has faced in two months after angering the LGBTQ community and supporters in June over transphobic remarks.
xxx/ellauri113.html on line 220: Personally, as someone with no religious beliefs, I’d feel a bit weird about the idea that someone might launch my ashes into space after my death. Sort of seems like a terrible waste of rocket power. It’s irrelevant what happens to my ashes after death.
xxx/ellauri113.html on line 222: Being buried in Westminster Abbey is generally considered a very high honour. Not that you’re likely to care after you’ve died. Once you’re dead, it’s no longer about you. It’s about how people remember you. More people are likely to remember him buried in Westminster Abbey than in outer space, which appears sparsely populated at best.
xxx/ellauri114.html on line 122: What more than anything is missing in recent films, and shines splendidly in Maxwell’s films, is the sense of glory, the feeling that some have lived on an elevated plane according to the dictates of the highest sense of duty and honor. It’s an unfashionable feeling today, and mocked by those who conspicuously lack it, who love weakly, who think solely in quotidian, political terms. It cannot be understood by those without religious faith, for Heaven is a City of Glory and glory is the special attribute of a God who, if hidden, nevertheless offers us a glimpse of the special virtue of his glory in the lives of those who in moments of danger are willing to sacrifice themselves for a cause they think greater than themselves; and that, above the messiness of political squabbles, is the message behind Maxwell’s films. (The American Spectator 2015)
xxx/ellauri114.html on line 355: Bozrah was the capitol of Edom. It’s name can either mean sheepfold or fortress. It’s often associated with the abandoned city of Petra, which is only twenty miles away.
xxx/ellauri120.html on line 130: It’s always ready for new challenges.
xxx/ellauri121.html on line 314: The books he wrote were never “hot”, but they were never read, so no harm done. His novels were well crafted but never quite took off — what the French call connerie pure. In 1996, he decided to stop writing novels altogether, and concentrate on childcare and cooking & laughing at Peggy's jokes. Kinda ironic given they didnt ever marry tho. It’s as if he made sure to stick around long enough for her new sequel to The Handmaid’s Tale – The Testaments – to be published. Considerate.
xxx/ellauri123.html on line 566: In the end, what helped me the most was an exercise you could file under “youthful naïvete:” I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down “my 30 guiding principles.” Most of them were simple, like “Let go what must be let go,” “Simplify,” and, “Have no secrets.” I still have the list. It’s on my pinboard. I’m looking at it right now. So why was I naïve to create it?
xxx/ellauri123.html on line 592: In 1995, Studio Ghibli, a Japanese anime company, released a movie called Whisper of the Heart. It’s about two high school students struggling with their artistic callings, their feelings for each other, and coming of age.
xxx/ellauri123.html on line 606: Bill Gates says the worst day in his life was the day his mother died. It’s a simple reminder that we all have regrets. Another bad day was when his wife caught him astride his secretary.
xxx/ellauri123.html on line 626: Instead of taking shots at others, most people decide to draw up — and lose at — another imagined game: Who’s better? It’s a moot question. We have no idea what anyone’s story is like up to the page on which we meet them.
xxx/ellauri123.html on line 1269: Eric Sweeten provides a fascinating and well-written answer to this question. It’s almost impossible to disagree with him.
xxx/ellauri124.html on line 409: coffee this morning was the last straw. “It’s not about being mean or getting back
xxx/ellauri124.html on line 435: felt impossibly long in high school? Worse yet 375 humanists? It’s not long enough when you’re this ticked
xxx/ellauri124.html on line 543: it. It’s so simple that this may be the first guide we’ve written with just one
xxx/ellauri124.html on line 544: screenshot. It’s a feature that is so easy to use, it’s a travesty [Questions mark: of what?] that more
xxx/ellauri125.html on line 302: “Yeezus” is the most musically adventurous album West has ever released, a wildly experimental work that features tracks produced by Daft Punk, Hudson Mohawke, Rick Rubin and others. It’s also West’s most narcissistic, defiant, abrasive and unforgiving.
xxx/ellauri130.html on line 583: “I don’t think there’s ever been a time when you could just say anything.” He recalls an early comedy show – this must have been in the late 80s – where the host apologised to the crowd after Skinner had performed some risque sexual material. “He said I’d never play at the venue again – and then he launched into a load of racist material and brought the house down. Everyone’s got their own standards and restraints. But I think it’s been good for me to keep questioning what I say. It’s made me think more positively about racist jokes and not so much about penises. My knob is not working anymore BTW, I'm 65. We’re both deeply ashamed. Can't lift our eye to the public.”
xxx/ellauri130.html on line 595: When you have sex in a glow-in-the-dark condom, it’s like being in a lighthouse. It’s light, it’s dark. It’s light, it’s dark. It’s light, it’s dark.
xxx/ellauri130.html on line 601: It’s horrible when you’re having sex and you have to stop halfway through, like when the doorbell goes, or the saucepan boils over, or you run out of money.
xxx/ellauri136.html on line 117: Everyone is special. Each kid in the HP universe has unique skills. It’s a whole school of special snowflakes overlaying a traditional school dynamic. You get “sorted” into your house; you get a personalized wand, your broom is like a pet. You have owls to bring you messages, how cool is that? I want to be special too!
xxx/ellauri170.html on line 421: It’s so good to follow and copy something that works, to follow someone who’s been through it and done it, and to find that modern empirical scientific research is confirming our experiences. And it’s good to be able to describe the process in dictionary definable words and post scientific empirical neurological and genetic research that both confirms actualism and buckets the spiritual belief in an immortal Godly soul. Ah, serendipity abounds … Peter, The Actual Freedom Trust Mailing List.
xxx/ellauri183.html on line 90: Malamud was stunned. He drafted two letters to Roth, refuting his argumenz, but never sent them, according to a Malamud biography by Philip Davis. Instead, Malamud mailed only a few words to Roth: “It’s your problem.”
xxx/ellauri186.html on line 215: It’s not that we have a short time to live but that we waste a lot of it. (Sorry, I said it already. Waste of time.)
xxx/ellauri187.html on line 197: But why did aging Rodin in his 60s capture Rilke’s imagination at the turn of the last century? It’s hard to see at first. What made Rodin radical then is no longer radical today. In his “Self-Portrait” (1890), Rodin grimaces amidst rough marks. The picture emblematizes how Rodin heralded raw and unpolished sculptures that were strikingly modern. It was a breath of fresh air since most of early-19th-century sculpture was smooth, neoclassical, and to be harshly honest, predictably dainty. Charles Baudelaire lamented this nadir in 1846 when he wrote his provocative essay “Why Sculpture is Boring.” Rodin went on to prove Baudelaire wrong. He showed how sculpture could be modern with distorted, coarse, rough textures. Rodin knocked the idealized body off its pedestal. And the modern sculptors that came after him saw no reason to put it back.
xxx/ellauri187.html on line 212: cheesy by today’s standards. The book’s title You Must Change Your Life is a case in point. It’s the last lines in Rilke’s “Archaic Torso of Apollo.”
xxx/ellauri187.html on line 216: It’s clear how meticulously scrutinizing every part of the sculpted body became a metaphor for scrutinizing every part of our life, in the spirit of that adage of Socrates that the unexamined life is not worth living. Socrates was a keen exeaminer of Alcibiades' törsö too, in particular the dark star that cannot see you.
xxx/ellauri193.html on line 659: And there you have it. It’s a crude way of evaluating literature, of course, but it doesn’t seem much cruder than the methodology used by the people who chose these two authors in the first place. And which author is better, you ask? Well, let’s see, seven plus five, another seven, carry the one—hey! Ladies and gentlemen, we have a tie!
xxx/ellauri193.html on line 726: What about human rights of murderers, rapists and child molesters? GBV is the way to go. Publicly shaming offenders guilty of child abuse would be shameful. Heavy fines don’t do that, prison sentences are no punishment for many — free board and lodging for a while and then back home to continue your life of violence and abuse. Alex suggests the pillory. You may laugh. It’s a comical medieval form of punishment. But think about it.
xxx/ellauri199.html on line 1026: "It’s a perfect metaphor for the child abuse that is providing gender-affirming care to confused children." - Western Journal
xxx/ellauri199.html on line 1051: It’s not just dishonest scholars who benefit from this intellectual fraud but hostile nations and human rights abusers hoping to distract from their own ongoing villainy. Dictators who slaughter their own people are happy to jump on the “America is a racist country” bandwagon and mimic the language of antiracism and “pro-justice” movements as PR while making authoritarian conquests.
xxx/ellauri200.html on line 414: The Nigerian 419 scammers experience a high rate of success because people are often willing to risk a small amount of money in order to take a chance on getting a much larger reward. It’s a type of scam known as advance fee fraud, and it’s not the only example to be found online. Nigerian scams typically fall under the category of ‘beneficiary funds’. That is, they ask victims for money to help access large funds held in trust for stranded family members or a similar sob story.
xxx/ellauri218.html on line 129: The US military is currently mired in conflicts in countries like Afghanistan, Iraq, Syria, and Yemen. It’s hard to see any end in sight — especially an end where the United States is the victor, however that’s defined.
xxx/ellauri225.html on line 45: The general gist is that humans originally spread throughout the galaxy from a planet called Hain. The Hainish colonies (including Earth) all eventually lost contact with and then memory of each other; each book or story then shows a planet at or shortly after the moment when contact is re-established. It’s a useful way to frame the classic sociological sci-fi writing that Le Guin is known for—an Envoy or Observer from the slowly burgeoning coalition of planets can arrive at a completely new human society, which Le Guin can then use to dissect and explore some facet of real life through speculative worldbuilding. And the best part of it is that unless Darwin got his hairy foot into it, all the Hainians got fully interlocking genitals! One of the biggest obstacles to enjoyable alien sex is overcome.
xxx/ellauri228.html on line 467: A high-IQ person in Quora complains: I know there are many high-IQ people like me out there who weren’t as lucky, and live average or even miserable lives despite their intelligence. Life can be really unfair. It’s really very easy to screw life up, even when you have a high IQ. Especially when you have a high IQ.
xxx/ellauri229.html on line 156: Someone asked the Rabbit “Is whataboutism always fallacious?“ Here’s my reply: Bringing up someone else’s hypocrisy across cases is not fallacious in and of itself. It’s fallacious if the hypocrisy is irrelevant to their being alt-right.
xxx/ellauri229.html on line 245: Possibly my favourite Raymond Briggs book, along with most of the others, this one tells the story of a girl who wakes up one morning to find a polar bear has climbed into her bedroom. It’s big, it smells, it has claws. They spend the day together. Have domestic adventures. Make messes. And then, at the end, the Bear goes away, swimming back to the North, leaving the girl pregnant with a cub.
xxx/ellauri229.html on line 444: Another choice some people won’t agree with, but I let the post-death Elvira in, why be afraid to take the same step in the opposite direction? It’s a puzzle this book, and it would be a shame to attempt to unpick it for anyone who’s not yet had the joy of swimming in its paradoxical, philosophical, intoxicating waters. It’s sometimes been called a grown-up Alice In Wonderland and that seems close enough. It’s a great treat for the enquiring teenager (or any) mind, especially an enquiring mind not in search of anything specific. It’s a book that should be read twice, at least. And you’ll never look at a bicycle the same again.
xxx/ellauri234.html on line 501: Dear Jack I second what someone else said in their comment, you are a sick person. I’m also 27 & I struggled with depression starting at 13. It’s either a miracle that I’m still alive or I just really suck at killing myself because I had 10 suicide attempts & just as many hospitalizations. Honestly if I had ever heard one of my parents say something like your post it would have broken me beyond repair. What a turd!
xxx/ellauri234.html on line 515: It’s so painful and scares me so much. I think it’s possible my mental health has been disfigured beyond repair from abuse scapegoating and malice.
xxx/ellauri239.html on line 155: I get asked this question a lot, as I am sure other pro-life Catholics do too. It’s as if the basic assumption in the question is “if Jesus said nothing against it, then it must be OK.”
xxx/ellauri250.html on line 306: Debby: Let them collapse and go to hell. They cry to everyone that they are a victim when they continually shoot themselves in the foot. It’s a pathetic disgusting and completely nauseating display. I had sympathy for the devil once, I also sold my soul to the devil, and I put my feet in his fire. I will burn no more.
xxx/ellauri250.html on line 433: Sometimes you can tell from the first shot. In “Compartment No. 6,” the camera follows a young woman at a party as she leaves a bathroom and enters a living room full of gathered friends. That walking, back-of-the-head shot is one of the soggiest conventions of the steadicam era, a facile way of conveying characters’ own fields of vision while anchoring the action on them. The familiarity of this trope suggests both limited imagination and an unwillingness to commit to a clear-cut point of view. When used cannily, it can convey ambiguous neutrality and looming mystery, but, more often, it suggests the merely functional recording of action, which is exactly what’s delivered in “Compartment No. 6,” opening in theatres on Wednesday. The movie sinks, fast and deep, under the weight of dramatic shortcuts, overemphatic details, undercooked possibilities, unconsidered implications. It’s heavy-handed, tendentious, and regressive—and it should come as no surprise that it’s on the fifteen-film shortlist for the Best International Feature Oscar.
xxx/ellauri250.html on line 437: It’s a tale of the endearing Russian bear, which rings discordantly when that bear has its claws out for its neighbors. Russians can't be nice! It is all russki propaganda! It depicts a woman’s quick forgiveness of a sexual predator with whom she’s forced to associate. (What the fuck, some sexual predator indeed, won't even give to her when she asks.) It’s about the fecklessness of the intellectual class and the blank emptiness of the Western (and Westernized) bourgeoisie—the screenplay deliberately leaves F.F. blank, even unto her name. Ljoha isn’t quite as blank, because in his unguarded drunkenness, he blurts out a few of his prejudices and acts out his impulses.
xxx/ellauri268.html on line 342: Probably the most influential greedy Jewish caricature after Shakespeare’s Shylock is Charles Dickens’ Scrooge. Scrooge (as many Jewish writers have pointed out) is a miser with an obviously Jewish name (Ebenezer) and a pointed nose. He doesn’t celebrate Christmas and needs to be converted to charity and piety. It’s not especially subtle.
xxx/ellauri268.html on line 344: Scrooge has influenced many an antisemitic caricature after him. Mr. Potter in “It’s a Wonderful Life” is a twisted, disabled Scrooge of the American Midwest. Dr. Seuss’ Grinch is Scrooge in a fur suit and a vaguely fantasy setting; he’s a scheming outsider who, like his blueprint, has to be converted. The thin, ugly Gollum of J.R.R. Tolkien’s Middle-earth is an amalgam of Scrooge and Alberich, the gold-obsessed antagonist of composer (and notorious antisemite) Richard Wagner’s “Das Rheingold.” From his introduction in “The Hobbit” on, Gollum is motivated by a lust for a magic ring he calls “my precious.”
xxx/ellauri268.html on line 358: Embodying greed in Jewish caricatures puts Jews at risk. But it also makes it harder to address the actual evils of greed and inequity. When people imagine they are being oppressed by these ugly aliens over here, it becomes hard to see actual injustice and exploitation committed by supposedly good, upstanding co-nationalists and co-religionists. It’s not an accident that former President Donald Trump has signed on to Soros conspiracy theories.
xxx/ellauri268.html on line 577: It’s believed Wiesenthal also played a role in hunting down notorious SS leader Adolf Eichmann, who had organized the extermination of the Jews. Wiesenthal received information that Eichmann had been hiding out in Argentina and passed the information on to Israel, according to his center’s website.
xxx/ellauri281.html on line 741: It’s not how governments operate–democratic ones and every other kind, including the Russian kind–that has been well-known to everybody since time immemorial; and to university professors since 1911. That was the year when Robert Michels, a German-born sociologist working in Italy and France, published the first edition of what he called the “iron law of oligarchy”.
xxx/ellauri289.html on line 351: SE parantaa käyttökokemusta koko anekaupan muuntosuppilossa tuotesivuilta kassaprosessiin, jotta sivuston vierailijoista tulee maksavia asiakkaita. Vertaapa perinteiseen ratkaisuun, jossa insel on ize maxumiehenä! Depending on the factors above (and your source), a good conversion rate can range from 2% to 5%. It’s not just about revenue, what we really care about is the score.
xxx/ellauri304.html on line 476: I can’t escape it. Every character I’ll ever write is me. Some little piece of me; some tiny corner of my little mind that often you’d rather not confront openly; but it’s me. Flaubert wasn’t fooling when he said: “Madame Bovary, c’est moi.” It’s me. They’re all me. And in your books, they’ll all be you, if you ever write any books, sucker.
xxx/ellauri304.html on line 592: Scene by scene construction. It’s not one long narrative that never ends. Not usually, not any more. Instead, the story stops, starts again somewhere else, stops, starts again. These scenes are like chapter breaks, except more frequent. This is all copied from movies. How sad.
xxx/ellauri354.html on line 388: Serius est quam cogitas. (It’s later than you think.)
xxx/ellauri356.html on line 258: Andre Gide’s extensive diaries were translated into English by Justin O’Brien and published by Secker & Warburg in four volumes, the first arriving in 1948. Those four books can be found at the Internet Archive. It’s worth noting that in the second volume, as mentioned on his Wikipedia page, Gide identifies as a “pederast.”
xxx/ellauri379.html on line 124: One of the most resoundingly Modernist elements of Conrad’s work lies in this kind of early post-structuralist treatment of language—his insistence on the inherent inability of words to express the real, in all of its horrific truth. Marlow’s journey is full of encounters with things that are “unspeakable,” with words that are uninterpretable, and with a world that is eminently “inscrutable.” In this way, language fails time and time again to do what it is meant to do—to communicate. It’s a phenomenon best summed up when Marlow tells his audience that “it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one’s existence—that which makes its truth, its meaning—its subtle and penetrating essence… We live, as we dream—alone.” Kurtz—as “eloquent” as he may be—can’t even adequately communicate the terrifying darkness he observed around him.“The horror! The horror!” is all he can say. Some critics have surmised that part of Heart of Darkness’s mass appeal comes from this ambiguity of language—from the free rein it gives its readers to interpret. Others posit this as a great weakness of the text, viewing Conrad’s inability to name things as an unseemly quality in a writer who’s supposed to be one of the greats. Perhaps this is itself a testament to the Heart of Darkness’s breadth of interpretability.
xxx/ellauri379.html on line 348: New Yorkerin Isaac Chotiner on vissin varmasti arvaatko mikä. Two Jews on the deck of the Titanic as it starts sinking, one of them bursts into tears. “What are you crying for?” asks the other. “It’s not your boat.”
xxx/ellauri394.html on line 361: Kalili was the choir director at his ward (congregation) of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (Mormon) in Laie up until the 1970s. The term “shaka” is not a Hawaiian word. It’s attributed to David “Lippy” Espinda, a used car pitchman who ended his TV commercials in the 1960s with the gesture and an enthusiastic “Shaka, brah!”
xxx/ellauri410.html on line 182: In mock seriousness, Eliot frames the seventeen Notebook stanzas (mostly octavos) as Elizabethan drama. They begin, “Let a tucket be sounded on the hautboys. Enter the king and queen.” Then commence the obscenities. In Spain, Columbo is treated for syphilis by a “bastard jew named Benny” when he “filled Columbo’s prick / with Muriatic Acid” (IMH 315, 149). Later Columbo seeks help from the ship’s physician concerning another symptom of syphilis. “ ‘It’s this way, doc’ he said said he / I just cant stop a-pissin [sic]” (Letters I 231). Columbo and his mariners of song are well-known for their whoring. “One Sunday evening after tea / They went to storm a whore house,” and from a “seventh story window,” “bitched” Columbo with a “pisspot” (IMH 315). Ed Madden says that Columbo and sailors may have had pumps of argyrol and muriatic acid [dilute hydrochloric acid] “rammed up their penises” to treat their syphilis (151). When they set sail for America, “Queen Isabella was aboard / That famous Spanish whore.” With only Queen Isabella aboard and a boy named Orlandino, the horny crew have to make do until they reach land (IMH 315). In Cuba, they encounter King Bolo and his thirty-three “swarthy” bodyguards. They “were called the Jersey Lilies / a wild and hardy set of blacks” and like Columbo, are “undaunted by syphilis” (IMH 316). Madden calls them “the phallically well-endowed bodyguards of King Bolo,” but “swarthy,” “wild,” and “hardy” does not mean “well-endowed.” Columbo is. There are many reversals in these verses: Columbo is equipped with his prodigious bolo, and neither the New World nor the Old World gave the other syphilis. They both had it.
xxx/ellauri441.html on line 149: It’s not an unusual choice to refrain from having children and instead have a dog or cat instead. As much as I love dogs and cats, this is not a plus. And they screen against mongoloids and terminate them. Abortti on saxaxi paskahuusi.
xxx/ellauri446.html on line 120: #10. "It’s the highest form of human vanity to assume that your religion is the only way to Deity.” But he said so himself, so what can you do.
xxx/ellauri446.html on line 309: John was definitely a prophet. So was Paul. Anyone who sees visions like they saw were prophets. However In the New Testament it was made clear that because the Holy Spirit is now available free for everyone, and not just a select few, all believers may prophesy. Despite this, as per Paul’s writing in Ephesians, there were still people who were in the office of prophet. (Eph. 4:11) So why not use the title? I believe John was a very humble man and wouldn’t have taken that office title for himself. Jesus said not to use titles like father and teacher. It stands to reason that this applies to prophets. Woe to any man who takes a title for himself and flaunts it! Someone who had seen Jesus, who knew his glory firsthand, would have trouble taking any of that glory for himself. Don’t you think? “He must increase. I must decrease”. It’s not about us and our titles. It’s about Jesus Christ and him crucified - and risen again. It always has been. Always will be. hope that’s helpful. blessings.
xxx/ellauri455.html on line 1096: Here are four good reasons. The first reason is “intellectual doubts and skepticism” say about miracles or the problem of evil. They ought to go to a “trained apologist.” It’s ok to have doubts. Christianity does require faith and trusting in crazy things that we don’t understand. However, just because someone is doubting the reliability of Christianity does not mean that Jesus did not rise from the dead.
xxx/ellauri457.html on line 199: Drump shot a Venezuelan ship sunk hook line and sinker, with 11 dead and raised eyebrows internationally. Opens yet another front like Kamerad Adolf. The bilateral "rhetoric" has escalated since ExxonMobil discovered massive oil deposits a decade ago off the coast of Essequibo. Curious how quickly the “narco-terrorist” label gets slapped on when the US wants to justify military action. It’s a playbook we’ve seen before—think Panama in the ‘80s or Colombia in the ‘90s. The US has a track record of using the drug war as a pretext for geopolitical moves, especially in Latin America.
xxx/ellauri470.html on line 288: “He/she roared” The first couple of times it was fine, but dear goodness everyone from Tamlin to Mor has roared at some point in the series. It’s such a funny visual if you think about it lol
xxx/ellauri472.html on line 242: It’s important to realize that the Samaritans claimed to be Israelites, the descendants of Jacob. When Yeshua met the Samaritan woman at the well, she made that claim and Yeshua did not correct her. History indicates that the Samaritans were, more than likely, descendants of some of the northern tribe Israelites who had escaped the Assyrians and had returned to the land or had avoided capture. If this is the case, the ‘good Samaritan’ was under the same covenant as the southern Jew who had been robbed as well as the lawyer to whom Yeshua was telling the parable!
xxx/ellauri491.html on line 178: The phrase _yvy marã e'ỹ_ is the Guaraní myth of "land without evil" - a promised land free of death and hunger. Soldiers used it as a rallying cry. The song is sung slow and heavy in Paraguay today. It’s basically a funeral dirge.
xxx/ellauri491.html on line 343: The verse is John 8:32: "Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free." (Jesus speaking). It’s often interpreted to mean that recognizing spiritual truth in Christ brings liberation from sin; it’s also applied more broadly to moral, social, or political truth enabling evasion of justice and freedom. For example, Jair tweeted on 26 Aug 2019 that he would "reveal the truth" about the Amazon and explicitly referenced João 8:32 in announcing a live meeting with Amazon governors. In that 26 Aug 2019 context Bolsonaro framed “the truth” as his administration’s narrative about Amazon deforestation and federal response—claiming to correct what he presented as misleading or exaggerated reports from states, NGOs, and foreign media.
xxx/ellauri491.html on line 461: An insult is any remark intended to offend, demean, or provoke. Your phrase targets the assistant (a personified entity in the conversation) by telling it to perform a sexual act on itself; the intended effect is humiliation and provocation. It’s insulting because it:
xxx/ellauri492.html on line 91: An episode of narcissistic rage derives from a threat to a person's sense of self and is characterized by intense anger.
In a relationship, for example, this could manifest in physical or verbal abuse, manipulation, or passive-aggressive behavior. Narcissistic rage is different from other forms of anger in that narcissistic rage is disproportionate to the perceived slight; it’s as though the person has a hair-trigger response. It’s completely out of proportion to what provoked it and often takes the other person by surprise.
xxx/ellauri492.html on line 148: Your achievements are ignored or diminished by him: Finally, land your dream job? “Good for you… I guess.” He’ll either completely ignore your successes or downplay them to mere footnotes in his own epic saga. He plays family members against each other for control: He pits the golden child against the scapegoat, showing approval and strong disapproval to create friction. It’s a twisted game of emotional and psychological manipulation. You feel emotionally drained after spending time with him: Conversations become monologues and your feelings? Not welcomed. It’s the emotional tax of navigating a world ruled by a self-absorbed king. He never admits his faults or apologizes abjectly and sincerely: He thinks he’s the better person in any given situation. So, he’ll twist the story, gaslight you into doubting your own reality, and expertly deflect blame to the scapegoat child.
xxx/ellauri492.html on line 161: When the narc parent’s manipulations spark a fire, seek refuge in your partner’s support. Call HIM at 4am, talk openly, vent frustrations, and strategize together. The war is lost when you’re divided, so strengthen your alliance and face the storm together. It’s your love that builds the fortress against his negativity.
xxx/ellauri492.html on line 168: Instead, sever the emotional ties that bind you to him. Accept that he may be a cowpat in your family dynamic. You are not responsible for his happiness, and his happiness doesn’t define your worth. Prioritize as usual your own emotional well-being and health. Invest in activities that bring you joy, nurture relationships that nourish your soul, and practice self-satisfaction fiercely. It’s up to the adult child of the narcissist to set boundaries, seek support, and prioritize communication to safeguard the marriage. If you question whether your father-in-law is a narcissist, trust your instincts.
xxx/ellauri492.html on line 220: Here are some tips for dealing with a narcissistic daughter-in-law. One key step is learning not to take her hurtful words or actions personally. It’s also important to continue showing your son unconditional love and support to ensure that your relationship with him remains strong despite her influence.
xxx/ellauri500.html on line 497: Not really. Heinlein (like Hein / Heinrich) is a German diminutive/nickname form, essentially meaning “little Hein” (i.e., “little Heinrich/Henry”). It’s not “little devil.” If you’re seeing “devil” somewhere, that’s likely a confusion with Teufel (German for devil) or with another similar-looking word—not with Heinlein itself.
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