ellauri089.html on line 686: § 133. Hence (1) no actually existing evil is necessary to the Ideal, (2) the contemplation of imaginary evils is necessary to it, and (3) where evils already exist, the existence of mixed virtues has a value independent both of its consequences and of the value which it has in common with the proper appreciation of imaginary evils. …
ellauri111.html on line 271: “Not ‘just’ like that. No. If you’d read my Diary” (not said reproachfully, but matter of factly) “you’d have read how I imagined the judge speaking to such a person. He makes it clear that it’s not a matter of going home and forgetting about it, going back to the way things were before. No. There has to be change. In my time, the father was the authority figure in the family, but, as I—or my imaginary judge—pointed out, even fathers sometimes need to be re-educated by their children until they learn to listen to their children’s needs. I know that families are very different in your time, but, yes, parents, whoever they are, must learn to be parents to their children. I disagree with much that the prosecutor said about the Karamazov family, but he was right on one point: parents can’t just be parents by virtue of procreation, they have to become parents. And when they abuse their position and their power, they cannot hide behind their rights as parents—they have to own up. The guilty have to know that they are guilty.”
ellauri111.html on line 297: “Now some people might think that was a sign of how deeply he had repented, allowing himself to be shamed before the whole word. But, as I hope you also remember, Bishop Tikhon could see that wanting to publicize your guilt in that way is not necessarily the same as really accepting it, inwardly. Wanting to be seen – and maybe even admired – as a great sinner is not quite the same as actually repenting. And perhaps that’s how it is here too. Of course, if you want to be fussy, you could say that he’s just talking to himself. He’s not produced a written, let alone a printed, confession. I’m the one who wrote it, not him. And yet, it’s as if he’s rehearsing his story for the benefit of the world, for the imaginary audience we each of us have inside our heads.”
ellauri160.html on line 141: Mornings might be spent in the British Museum Reading Room, followed by lunch at the Vienna Café on Oxford Street, where Pound first met Wyndham Lewis in 1910. "There were mysterious figures / that emerged from recondite recesses / and ate at the WIENER CAFÉ". Ford Madox Ford described Pound as "approaching with the step of a dancer, making passes with a cane at an imaginary opponent":
ellauri163.html on line 763: Second, descriptions of how participants absorb into “imaginary realities” suggest that such mental states are desirable due to qualities that facilitate social cognition: While the empirical world comes through as fragmented and incoherent, imaginary worlds offer predictability, emotional coherence, and benevolent minds. These results do not conform to popular expectations that autistic minds are less adapted to experience supernatural agents, and it is instead argued that imaginative, autistic individuals may embrace religious and fictive agents in search for socially and emotionally comprehensible interaction.
ellauri180.html on line 447: In summary: a man speaks to some unidentified (and possibly imaginary) auditor, telling us how, on a dark and stormy (or rainy and windy) night, he waited in his cottage for his lover, Porphyria, to arrive. When she turns up, it’s clear Porphyria is of a higher social class than the male speaker: he’s punching above his weight, as they say. Note how she glides in as if she owns the place, and as if she walks on air rather than on the ground like us mere mortals. She wears a hat, cloak, and shawl, and her gloves are soiled, suggesting that they are not used to slumming it in a common man’s cottage and attending to his fire and grate. The fact that she also takes the lead – suggesting she is perhaps used to ordering servants to do her bidding – further hints at her highborn status: she calls to the speaker, and she takes his arm and puts it around her waist. Then, the clincher (in more ways than one): we are told "she Too weak, for all her heart’s endeavour,
ellauri198.html on line 693: In 1838, he visited Italy looking for background for Sordello, a long poem in heroic couplets, presented as the imaginary biography of the Mantuan bard spoken of by Dante in the Divine Comedy, canto 6 of Purgatory, set against a background of hate and conflict during the Guelph-Ghibelline wars. This was published in 1840 and met with widespread derision, gaining him the reputation of wanton carelessness and obscurity. Tennyson commented that he only understood the first and last lines and Carlyle wrote that his wife had read the poem through and could not tell whether Sordello was a man, a city or a book. Ai tän mä taisinkin jo kertoa albumissa 54.
ellauri198.html on line 848: Another important element of poems in both these collections and other volumes is Yeats’s keen awareness of old age. Even his romantic poems from the late 1890s often mention gray hair and weariness, though those poems were written while he was still a young man. But when Yeats was nearly 60, his health began to fail and he was faced with real, rather than imaginary, “bodily decrepitude” (a phrase from “After Long Silence”) and nearness to death. Despite the author’s often keen awareness of his physical decline, the last 15 years of his life were marked by extraordinary vitality and an appetite for life, including young boys and girls.
ellauri217.html on line 63: The story recreates the interlinked history of the three monotheistic Abrahamic religions (Judaism, Christianity, and Islam), allegorised against the setting of an imaginary 19th century Cairene alley.
ellauri236.html on line 194: As I have mentioned already, No Orchids enjoyed its greatest vogue in 1940, though it was successfully running as a play till some time later. It was, in fact, one of the things that helped to console people for the boredom of being bombed. Early in the war the New Yorker had a picture of a little man approaching a news-stall littered with paper with such headlines as ‘Great Tank Battles in Northern France’, ‘Big Naval Battle in the North Sea’, ‘Huge Air Battles over the Channel’, etc., etc. The little man is saying ‘Action Stories, please’. That little man with his little dick stood for all the drugged millions to whom the world of the gangster and the prize-ring is more ‘real’, more ‘tough’, than such things as crucifixions, wars, revolutions, earthquakes, famines, genocides, holocausts and pestilences. From the point of view of a reader of Action Stories, a description of the London blitz, or of the internal struggles of the European underground parties, would be ‘sissy stuff’. On the other hand, some puny gun-battle in Chicago, resulting in perhaps half a dozen deaths, would seem genuinely ‘tough’. This habit of mind is now extremely widespread. A soldier sprawls in a muddy trench, with the machine-gun bullets crackling a foot or two overhead, and whiles away his intolerable boredom by reading an American gangster story. And what is it that makes that story so exciting? Precisely the fact that people are shooting at each other with machine-guns! Neither the soldier nor anyone else sees anything curious in this. It is taken for granted that an imaginary bullet is more thrilling than a real one. (But note one difference: they get a whacking pile of money and loads of wet twat for it.)
ellauri236.html on line 202: In a book like No Orchids one is not, as in the old-style crime story, simply escaping from dull reality into an imaginary world of action. One's escape is essentially into cruelty and sexual perversion. No Orchids is aimed at the power-instinct, which Raffles or the Sherlock Holmes stories are not. At the same time the English attitude towards crime is not so superior to the American as I may have seemed to imply. It too is mixed up with power-worship, and has become more noticeably so in the last twenty years. A writer who is worth examining is Edgar Wallace, especially in such typical books as The Orator and the Mr. J. G. Reeder stories. Wallace was one of the first crime-story writers to break away from the old tradition of the private detective and make his central figure a Scotland Yard official. Sherlock Holmes is an amateur, solving his problems without the help and even, in the earlier stories, against the opposition of the police. Moreover, like Lupin, he is essentially an intellectual, even a scientist. He reasons logically from observed fact, and his intellectuality is constantly contrasted with the routine methods of the police. Wallace objected strongly to this slur, as he considered it, on Scotland Yard, and in several newspaper articles he went out of his way to denounce Holmes by name. His own ideal was the detective-inspector who catches criminals not because he is intellectually brilliant but because he is part of an all-powerful organization. Hence the curious fact that in Wallace's most characteristic stories the ‘clue’ and the ‘deduction’ play no part. The criminal is always defeated by an incredible coincidence, or because in some unexplained manner the police know all about the crime beforehand. The tone of the stories makes it quite clear that Wallace's admiration for the police is pure bully-worship. A Scotland Yard detective is the most powerful kind of being that he can imagine, while the criminal figures in his mind as an outlaw against whom anything is permissible, like the condemned slaves in the Roman arena. His policemen behave much more brutally than British policemen do in real life — they hit people with out provocation, fire revolvers past their ears to terrify them and so on — and some of the stories exhibit a fearful intellectual sadism. (For instance, Wallace likes to arrange things so that the villain is hanged on the same day as the heroine is married.) But it is sadism after the English fashion: that is to say, it is unconscious, there is not overtly any sex in it, and it keeps within the bounds of the law. The British public tolerates a harsh criminal law and gets a kick out of monstrously unfair murder trials: but still that is better, on any account, than tolerating or admiring crime. If one must worship a bully, it is better that he should be a policeman than a gangster. Wallace is still governed to some extent by the concept of ‘not done’. In No Orchids anything is ‘done’ so long as it leads on to power. All the barriers are down, all the motives are out in the open. Chase is a worse symptom than Wallace, to the extent that all-in wrestling is worse than boxing, or Fascism is worse than capitalist democracy.
ellauri369.html on line 375: Sartor Resartus was intended to be a new kind of book: simultaneously factual and fictional, serious and satirical, speculative and historical. It ironically commented on its own formal structure, while forcing the reader to confront the problem of where "truth" is to be found. In this respect it develops techniques used much earlier in Tristram Shandy, to which it refers. The imaginary "Philosophy of Clothes" holds that meaning is to be derived from phenomena, continually shifting over time, as cultures reconstruct themselves in changing fashions, power-structures, and faith-systems. The book contains a very Fichtean conception of religious conversion: based not on the acceptance of God but on the absolute freedom of the will to reject evil, and to construct meaning. This has led some writers to see Sartor Resartus as an early existentialist text. Why of course!
xxx/ellauri085.html on line 346: An imaginary economic theory is not a “fact.”
xxx/ellauri127.html on line 713: Chatterton soon conceived the romance of Thomas Rowley, an imaginary monk of the 15th century, and adopted for himself the pseudonym Thomas Rowley for poetry and history. According to psychoanalyst Louise J. Kaplan, his being fatherless played a great role in his imposturous creation of Rowley. The development of his masculine identity was held back by the fact that he was raised by two women: his mother Sarah and his sister Mary.
xxx/ellauri128.html on line 153: Walter "Savage" Landor (1775–1864) oli englantilainen kirjailija. Hän oli niin kiivasluontoinen että hänet erotettiin sekä Rugbyn koulusta että myöhemmin Oxfordin yliopistosta. Hän siirtyi Lontooseen, missä hän julkaisi englannin ja latinan kielellä ensimmäiset runoelmansa. Landorin ensimmäinen laajahko runoteos oli Gebir (1798). Tässä, kuten Landorin myöhemmissäkin runoissa, huomaa järvikoulun ja varsinkin Byronin ällöömän Robert Southeyn vaikutusta. Landorin draamat Count Julian (1811), Andrea of Hungary ja Giovanni of Naples (1839) eivät menestyneet näyttämöllä, ne olivatkin aivan paskoja. Landor eli ahtaissa taloudellisissa oloissa enimmäkseen Walesissa vuoteen 1805, jolloin hän isänsä kuoltua peri kokonaisen omaisuuden. Hän lähti 1808 Espanjaan taistelemaan ranskalaisia vastaan, värväsi omilla varoillaan soturijoukon ja joutui siksi taas taloudelliseen ahdinkoon. Hän siirtyi 1815 Italiaan, missä hän asui 20 vuotta, loppuiällään taloudellisten huolien rasittamana, joihin hän ilman Robert Browningin apua olisi sortunut. Samoin kuin lordi Byron ja Leigh Hunt, myös Landor oli intohimoinen vapauden (= britti-imperialismin) rakastaja, ja vapauden asialle hän oli valmis uhraamaan omaisuutensa. Landorin pääteos on Imaginary conversations of imaginary literary men and statesmen, jonka kaksi edellistä osaa ilmestyivät 1824 ja kolme jälkimmäistä 1829. Teos on täynnä tekosyvällisiä ajatuksia esitettynä kauniilla, dramaattisesti voimakkaalla, joskaan ei aina helposti tajuttavalla proosatyylillä. Eeva Kilpi on suomentanut osittain runon "On his seventy-fifth birthday" julkaisuun Tätä runoa en unohda. Pertti Niemisen suomentama runo "En käynyt kiistaan, hillizin izeni" on julkaistu kokoelmassa Kuu kultainen terälehti.
xxx/ellauri167.html on line 620: The Illuminatus! Trilogy is a series of three novels by American writers Robert Shea and Robert Anton Wilson, first published in 1975. The trilogy is a satirical, postmodern, science fiction–influenced adventure story; a drug-, sex-, and magic-laden trek through a number of conspiracy theories, both historical and imaginary, related to the authors´ version of the Illuminati. The narrative often switches between third- and first-person perspectives in a nonlinear narrative. It is thematically dense, covering topics like counterculture, numerology, and Discordianism.
xxx/ellauri193.html on line 596: But it’s not just the imaginary humiliations. There’s just something off-putting about deciding that two bodies of work are of exactly equal merit. I’m all for the notion that literature is such a varied seascape that it’s impossible to get your bearings, let alone arrange things in order; and I’m comfortable with the idea that, of course, some writers are better than others. But once the scorekeeping gets specific, it just feels wrong. What’s better, Guernica or Citizen Kane? The Velvet Underground and Nico or really good Mexican food? The Great Gatsby or your best friend in high school? These are ridiculous questions, and the fairest answer—ladies and gentlemen, it’s a tie!—somehow muddies all the contestants, even the enchiladas.
xxx/ellauri229.html on line 177: Muinaisen ilmoituksen mukaan Jumala sekaantui jatkuvasti kaikkeen, vanhurskaat Hän niputti taivaaseen, jumalattomat Hän kasteli tulella ja tulikivellä, voit löytää Hänet tehdessäsi syntiä minkä tahansa vanhan pensaan takaa. Vasta myöhemmin alkoi vetäytyminen. Jumala menetti näkyvyyden, ihmisen muotonsa, partansa, ihmeiden audiovisuaaliset apuvälineet katosivat, samoin luokkahuonedemonstraatiot demonien siirtämisestä vuohiin, sitten katosivat enkelivalvojien vierailut; sanalla sanoen usko oli luopunut sirkuksen metafysiikasta; sitten aistien alueelta se siirtyi abstraktioiden valtakuntaan. Silloinkaan ei ollut pulaa todisteista Hänen olemassaolostaan, korkeamman algebran kielellä ilmaistuista sanktioista, vielä esoteerisemmasta hermeneutiikasta. Nämä abstraktiot saavuttivat kuitenkin lopulta pisteen, jossa Jumala julistetaan kuolleeksi, jotta saavutettaisiin se kylmä, rautainen, tuhoisa rauha, joka kuuluu eläville, kun kaikkein rakastetuimmat ovat hylänneet heidät ikuisesti. No tässähän se vika juuri on: jumala on läheisriippuvaisten imaginary friend, vähän sellainen kuin alla luetellut.
xxx/ellauri229.html on line 182: on having imaginary friends?
xxx/ellauri229.html on line 195: We´ll spit imaginary tobacco
xxx/ellauri229.html on line 216: This list only includes those who are imaginary in the fiction they belong to. This excludes most theological characters, since they are taken at face value in the source.
xxx/ellauri229.html on line 226: Alberta from Vancouver, the imaginary girlfriend of Rod from Avenue Q, he invents her to deny he is a homosexual
xxx/ellauri229.html on line 231: | Angus, the imaginary companion of the anchorite St Ungulant in Small Gods
xxx/ellauri229.html on line 304: Some imaginary friends are good for you, some aren’t. When your dead wife comes home after Madame Arcati’s farcical séance and begins to comment, you know exactly where you are. Coward wrote this play whilst at Portmeirion in Wales, a place perfectly fitted to imaginariness. Noel was such a coward that he had to flee the place.
xxx/ellauri229.html on line 333: Matt Harvey is one of the loveliest poets I know, briefly famous for being Wimbledon’s first poet-in-residence and for hosting BBC Radio 4’s Wondermentalist Cabaret. In his prose poem Imaginary Friend he tells the tragic story of how being a shy and withdrawn child he had an imaginary friend, who was also shy and withdrawn and had his own imaginary friend. “The two of them used to play together and exclude me,” he says. As with all of Harvey’s work, it is a lightfooted, calm-mouthed, moving piece of deceptively funny writing. Go read it. Oh and read imaginary-friend/">Ken Nesbitt´s poem of the same name, while you´re at it. It is also super cute.
xxx/ellauri229.html on line 370: To me, the most important imaginary friend, the most moving, the most delightful, the most grrr-ry, the most graceful, the wisest, most forebearing, most put upon, the funniest and handsomest (certainly the best drawn) is Hobbes. He’s a tiger and he’s perfect. He is a happy atheist and Calvin an anxious calvinist.
xxx/ellauri229.html on line 385: | Jimmy Jimmereeno, Ramona Wengler´s imaginary friend in Uncle Wiggily in Connecticut by J. D. Salinger
xxx/ellauri229.html on line 395: | Koosalagoopagoop, Dee Dee´s imaginary friend in the cartoon television series Dexter´s Laboratory
xxx/ellauri229.html on line 414: | Milco from Home and Away. Originally believed to be Sally´s imaginary friend, he reappeared many years later and revealed himself to be Sally´s twin.
xxx/ellauri229.html on line 448: | Mr. Snuffleupagus, a formerly "imaginary" character. He is Big Bird´s friend on Sesame Street and was perceived as imaginary for many years until it was decided that he be revealed to the rest of the show´s cast on November 18, 1985 in Season 17, episode 2096.
xxx/ellauri229.html on line 452: Snuffleupagus (left), was Big Bird´s imaginary friend, whom grown-ups on the show never saw. But when child molestation became a bigger media issue in the ´80s, "Sesame Street" decided to make Snuffy real. That was to encourage kids to confide in adults, even when they worried their story wouldn´t be believed.
xxx/ellauri229.html on line 504: | Soren Lorenson, Lola´s imaginary friend in the book and television series, Charlie and Lola
xxx/ellauri229.html on line 509: | Nadine Flumberghast, the imaginary friend of D.W. Read in the television series, Arthur
xxx/ellauri229.html on line 515: And then there are a legion of Mr. Hyde type doppelgängers in more or less crappy B movies, which do not really deserve the name, since they hardly count as friends, though imaginary. There´s even a TV film whose name is Imaginary friends. The plot is too lame to relate here, see for yourself.
xxx/ellauri229.html on line 517: Tyler Durden, left, plays the imaginary friend-slash-alter ego of the unnamed narrator played by Edward Norton in "Fight Club."
xxx/ellauri235.html on line 446: Born in Cairo, Forester had a complicated life, including imaginary parents, a secret marriage, a murder charge, and a debilitating illness. He was educated at Alleyn's School and Dulwich College in Dulwich, South London. He married Kathleen Belcher in 1926, had two sons, and divorced in 1945. His eldest son, John, was a noted cycling activist and wrote a biography of his father.
xxx/ellauri307.html on line 734: circle. The more science I studied, the more I saw that physics becomes metaphysics and real numbers become imaginary numbers. The further I go into
xxx/ellauri379.html on line 188: Tulpa: Brony term for imaginary friend. Or a vein on the penis that has become enlarged and/or darkened so that it has become obvious and unnatural. "I whip out my dick and put it in her vagoo for my Applejack tulpa!" Ojennna tädillesi tulppaani. Sinunko tulppaasi?
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