ellauri052.html on line 758: When he realised that he had fallen prostrate upon Gerald´s body he wondered, he was surprised. But he sat up, steadying himself with his hand and waiting for his heart to become stiller and less painful. It hurt very much, and took away his consciousness.
ellauri052.html on line 776: He still heard as if it were his own disembodied spirit hearing, standing at some distance behind him. It drew nearer however, his spirit. And the violent striking of blood in his chest was sinking quieter, allowing his mind to come back. He realised that he was leaning with all his weight on the soft body of the other man. It startled him, because he thought he had withdrawn. He recovered himself, and sat up. But he was still vague and unestablished. He put out his hand to steady himself. It touched the hand of Gerald, that was lying out on the floor. And Gerald's hand closed warm and sudden over Birkin's, they remained exhausted and breathless, the one hand clasped closely over the other. It was Birkin whose hand, in swift response, had closed in a strong, warm clasp over the hand of the other. Gerald´s clasp had been sudden and momentaneous.
ellauri053.html on line 121: Men do not sufficiently realise that their future is in their own hands.
ellauri053.html on line 942: Before we realised what had happened, Satish Roy had vanished into the storm. Afterwards a search-party found his battered and half-dead form lying under a tree near the Bhuvandanga village.
ellauri064.html on line 77: Walter Benjamin was a radically innovative cultural theorist and a German Jewish Marxist, securing refuge in France in 1933. Following the 1940 Nazi invasion he fled France, bound for the USA. However, on the mountainous approach to the French–Spanish border he realised dictator Franco had suddenly blocked transit. Benjamin was in ill health and struggling to carry a briefcase with a heavy manuscript, which he declared more precious than his life. Sadly, he completed suicide: there was family history on his father's side.
ellauri066.html on line 759: “I try not to think about it too much,” he says modestly. “I realise it’s going to pass very quickly.”
ellauri080.html on line 791: In the words of the Indian writer Khushwant Singh, "nine-tenths of the violence and unhappiness in this country derives from sexual repression". Gandhi isn't singularly to blame for India's deeply problematic attitudes to sex and female sexuality. But he fought, and succeeded, to ensure the country would never experience sexual freedom while his legend persevered. Gandhi's genius was to realise the great power of non-violent political revolution. But the violence of his thoughts towards women has contributed to countless honour killings and immeasurable suffering.
ellauri093.html on line 184: Lord Moran, Winston Churchill's personal physician, wrote in his diaries that "[Wingate] seemed to me hardly sane – in medical jargon a borderline case." Likewise, referring to Churchill's meeting with Wingate in Quebec, Max Hastings wrote that, "Wingate proved a short-lived protégé: closer acquaintance caused Churchill to realise that he was too mad for high command."
ellauri095.html on line 227: Several issues led to a melancholic state and restricted his poetic inspiration in his last five years. His workload was heavy. He disliked living in Dublin, away from England and friends. He was disappointed at how far the city had fallen from its Georgian elegance of the previous century. His general health suffered and his eyesight began to fail. He felt confined and dejected. As a devout Jesuit, he found himself in an artistic dilemma. To subdue an egotism that he felt would violate the humility required by his religious position, he decided never to publish his poems. But Hopkins realised that any true poet requires an audience for criticism and encouragement. This conflict between his religious obligations and his poetic talent made him feel he had failed at both.
ellauri112.html on line 684: Marlo, already a mother of two, begins the film heavily, outrageously pregnant: we learn, in rapid succession, that this third pregnancy was unwanted, that her husband does little of the domestic labour, and that her “shitty” upbringing is the reason she’s so committed to her nuclear family unit. Postnatal depression, never named, haunts the narrative: her wealthy brother offers to pay for a night nanny to avoid, in his words, the advent of another “bad time” like the one that followed the birth of her son, Jonah. When the nanny arrives – described by more than one reviewer as a “millennial Mary Poppins” – the panacea seems to be working. Not only does she look after the baby at night but she also operates as a kind of empathy machine, listening to Marlo’s problems, sharing sangria in the garden, and baking the Minions cupcakes that Marlo herself never has the time to make. The postnatal depression, it seems, disperses; Jonah – who has “emotional problems” – finds a place at a school more suited to his needs, family dinners get increasingly wholesome, and Marlo does a passable Stevie Nicks impression at a child’s birthday party. And then comes the twist: after a bender in Brooklyn with Tully, a sleep-deprived Marlo, drunk at the wheel, drives her car off a bridge and ends up in hospital, and we realise there was nobody else in the car. Her maiden name, we learn, was Tully.
ellauri117.html on line 257: When he realised that he had fallen prostrate upon Gerald´s body he wondered, he was surprised. But he sat up, steadying himself with his hand and waiting for his heart to become stiller and less painful. It hurt very much, and took away his consciousness.
ellauri117.html on line 275: He still heard as if it were his own disembodied spirit hearing, standing at some distance behind him. It drew nearer however, his spirit. And the violent striking of blood in his chest was sinking quieter, allowing his mind to come back. He realised that he was leaning with all his weight on the soft body of the other man. It startled him, because he thought he had withdrawn. He recovered himself, and sat up. But he was still vague and unestablished. He put out his hand to steady himself. It touched the hand of Gerald, that was lying out on the floor. And Gerald's hand closed warm and sudden over Birkin's, they remained exhausted and breathless, the one hand clasped closely over the other. It was Birkin whose hand, in swift response, had closed in a strong, warm clasp over the hand of the other. Gerald´s clasp had been sudden and momentaneous.
ellauri141.html on line 519: ... Here is my defence of this alleged wicked waste of time. The reason why one has to parse and construe and grind at the dead tongues in which certain ideas are expressed is … because only in that tongue is that idea expressed with absolute perfection…. by a painful and laborious acquaintance with the mechanism of that particular tongue; by being made to take it to pieces and put it together again, and by that means only, we can arrive at a state of mind in which … we can realise and feel and absorb the idea.
ellauri162.html on line 785: In 2011, she agreed to debate Christian apomolinist William Lane Craig, but later pulled out, saying “I hadn’t realised the nature of Mr. Lane Craig’s debating style, and having now looked at his previous performances, this is not my kind of forum.” Chickened out, that´s all.
ellauri189.html on line 596: If one analyses the characters of the protagonists, however, one realises that Panahi is merely reinforcing ingrained, religiously patriarchal prejudices against women, who are consistently portrayed as weak, hysterical, cruel, illogical, too emotional and treacherous.
ellauri210.html on line 782: After the war, Tanguy is sent back to Spain, Barcelona where he learns that his grandmother has recently passed away and there is no one else to take care of him. He is sent to a reformation school for juvenile delinquents and orphans, run by priests who are no less cruel and sadist than the Nazi "kapos." Bitter, Tanguy believes they are worse than the Nazis because these priests hide their sadism behind the facade of religion and confession, but that makes their sin no less. He succeeds in escaping along with a "companion," but is forced to separate from his as well. This time around, he finds himself in a school run by a group of priests but unlike the reformation school, here, Tanguy is able to grow, learn and live comfortably. It is here, that he truly flourishes and finds friends and solace. But he is still not completely at peace and sets off again in search of the parents who had abandoned and forsaken him to such a bitter destiny. He does find them eventually, but only to realise that the years of hardship and horror experienced by him have built an impenetrable barrier between them. He is no longer a left wing radical like them. He has learned not to hate the capos. Don't get mad get even. LOL.
ellauri219.html on line 832: And there is something… “gee willywickers” about the way Truth Justice and The American Way have been inflated in American mass culture, quite plausibly rooted in that class insecurity, that makes outside cultural elites (and the people that follow after them) reflexively sneer, once they realise the foundations are rotten. Add to this the ludicrous fact that America has no high culture. These are disappointed suitors: they’re not going to console themselves over the emptiness of Scrooge McDuck by turning to Wilt Whatman. Who was no better off than Scrooge by way of civility.
ellauri236.html on line 522: In many of his novels, treacherous women play a significant role. The protagonist falls in love with one and is prepared to kill someone at her behest. Only when he is killed, does he realise that the woman was manipulating him for her own ends. He never got it into her backend well and good, despite all the promises.
ellauri247.html on line 95: Marking the tree with his combo (stone tomahawk) that he might know it again, he returned to hurry on his wives who were some way behind. He wanted them to come on, climb the tree, and chop out the honey. When they reached the marked tree one of the women climbed up. She called out to Narahdarn that the honey was in a split in the tree. He called back to her to put her hand in and get it out. She put her arm in, but found she could not get it out again. Narahdarn climbed up to help her, but found when he reached her that the only way to free her was to cut off her ​arm. This he did before she had time to realise what he was going to do, and protest. So great was the shock to her that she died instantly. Narahdarn carried down her lifeless body and commanded her sister, his other wife, to go up, chop out the arm, and get the honey. She protested, declaring the bees would have taken the honey away by now. "Not so," he said; "go at once."
ellauri257.html on line 394: Theodor Adorno wrote a book entitled “the Authoritarian Personality” which dissects and attacks authoritarianism in political culture. If Peterson were to pay attention to what people are actually saying rather than jumping on some John Birch Society fantasy, he’d realise the “cultural Marxists” he blame for everything wrong in the world are closer to him on “political correctness” and dogmatic ideology than he thinks.
ellauri260.html on line 262: We must, however, bear in mind that the main idea of Socialism goes far beyond the conception of Marx ; that it may be realised in many different ways, and that under one common head it embraces all sorts of opposite opinions and divergences. If we leave out the embarrassing collective ownership part, we can still keep totalitarianism and corporativism and get to another great idea in German thought: national socialism! Sorry, oops, that was ahistorical of me, let me rephrase that.
ellauri323.html on line 139: And I daresay, indeed, that had he never met Zuleika, the irresistible, he would have lived, and at a very ripe old age died, a dandy without reproach. For in him the dandiacal temper had been absolute hitherto, quite untainted and unruffled. He was too much concerned with his own perfection ever to think of admiring any one else. Different from Zuleika, he cared for his wardrobe and his toilet-table not as a means to making others admire him the more, but merely as a means through which he could intensify, a ritual in which to express and realise, his own idolatry. At Eton he had been called “Peacock,” and this nick-name had followed him up to Oxford. It was not wholly apposite, however. For, whereas the peacock is a fool even among birds, the Duke had already taken (besides a particularly brilliant First in Mods) the Stanhope, the Newdigate, the Lothian, and the Gaisford Prize for Greek Verse. And these things he had achieved currente calamo, “wielding his pen,” as Scott said of Byron, “with the easy negligence of a nobleman.” The dandy must be celibate, cloistral; is, indeed, but a monk with a mirror for beads and breviary—an anchorite, mortifying his soul that his body may be perfect.
ellauri324.html on line 455: awe-inspiring… As you walk towards it, you realise that
ellauri374.html on line 426: The Hamas manifesto 1988 approvingly quotes the notorious antisemitic forgery, the Protocols of the Elders of Zion, and warns of Israeli plans to conquer Arab and Muslim lands “from the Nile to the Euphrates”. Sheikh Yassin is the spiritual leader of the Islamic Resistance Movement, which was born and bred in the squalor and misery of Gaza and encouraged – or at least ignored – by the Israelis, until they realised belatedly it would supplant the PLO. The movement, known by its Arabic acronym as Hamas, has been active since the intifada erupted here last December.
ellauri392.html on line 409: Do you realise whoever did that
ellauri411.html on line 54: Biographical investigation has the right to accumulate every single piece of knowledge. It adds to the portrait. As Claire Tomalin writes of Katherine Mansfield in 1909, a New Zealander abroad, just turned 20, her genius not yet realised, “It was an absolutely crucial time for her; without an understanding of what happened to her in 1909, the rest of her life simply does not make sense.” Vittu kenenkä elämä ylipäänsä "makes sense".
ellauri425.html on line 653: The downfall of Google began when they removed their "discussions" search filter to find forums results. They claimed that this was to improve accuracy of results but it was the complete opposite. Soon after they removed the "discussions" filter, they actively started removing forums from their search results in favour of copy paste articles from generic and unhelpful websites. This was very calculated and deliberate. If you are browsing results from forums then you are getting real information from real people. Big companies don't like this as it takes the control of information away from them. The copy paste articles just give us sanitised garbage that is rarely helpful. Someone, I don't know if it was someone within Google or some lobbying group from outside, realised this and the result was to remove organic discussion and information. If I recall correctly this was around early 2010s and since then it has been getting worse and worse. At first it still returned semi-relevant results based on your keywords. Now (at best) it tries to second guess what other words you might mean and does it really badly giving results that you described above, at worst it's a deliberate to ensure that you get less helpful information that someone with lots of money might prefer you to see.
ellauri429.html on line 901: Khomeini's fatwa was condemned across the Western world by governments on the grounds that it violated the universal human rights of free speech, freedom of religion, and that Khomeini had no right to condemn to death a citizen of another country living in that country. The twelve members of the European Economic Community removed their ambassadors from Tehran for whole three weeks. But soon every official started to condemn the book in one way or another. When they realised that Iran's reaction, its breaking of diplomatic relations with London, could also include them, they quickly sent back their ambassadors to Tehran to prevent further Iranian reaction".
xxx/ellauri075.html on line 159: The discovery of Kierkegaard prompted Shestov to realise that his philosophy shared great similarities, such as his rejection of idealism, and his belief that man can gain ultimate knowledge through ungrounded subjective thought rather than objective reason and verifiability. However, Shestov maintained that Kierkegaard did not pursue this line of thought far enough, and continued where he thought the Dane left off.
xxx/ellauri103.html on line 334: See, here is the thing: if the world were equal, this discussion would be different. But alas, that utopia is far from realised.
xxx/ellauri104.html on line 249: Your medical society knows such "symptoms" of a schizophrenia but knows no causes and thus only gives a label to it. Do your research and you will realise that nobody knows the causes of schizophrenia except that the effect of having this label is to have different levels of neurotransmitters in the brain and the symptoms are too varied and unrelated to each other to be even considered related to the same label! Is this even logical?
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xxx/ellauri122.html on line 222: Make it clear that you are being sarcastic! It's really important that your conversation partner realises that you are being sarcastic. Here are a couple of ways of doing this:
xxx/ellauri122.html on line 770: Some books stay with you for a lifetime, the rest you just blithely walk by on your way to watching tv or cat videos or fling into garbage without so much as looking at the cover. Initially, they may seem to be just stories. As you will find, however, the literature grows and stays with you; they stay with you until you realise their true value: their capacity to alter and re-alter your idea of yourself, others, the society, and the world. Naah, the books on this list help you stay the way you are, keeping all your good old all American prejudices.
xxx/ellauri122.html on line 943: Fed up with their human masters, farm animals rise in rebellion and take over, but as time goes on, they realise things aren't going the way they expected.
xxx/ellauri124.html on line 162: "And then I realised over time it didn't detract from our relationship. I can see why it makes women feel objectified but when you play with them you realise they are more like a toy or game versus the doll as a substitute for you."
xxx/ellauri130.html on line 579: Myös Vilpittömän Nahkurin Runous-nettiradion kuudes sarja on juuri alkanut, ja tämän päivän jaksossa entinen runoilijapalkinnon saaja Carola Anna Tussua pohtii lähetysennusteen rukousmaista laatua: ‘There’s never been a time when you could just say anything’: Frank Skinner on free speech, his bullying shame – and knob [kyrvännuppi] jokes. This poetry-loving, religious knob has deep regrets about some of his comedy: either the standup comic has grown up, or he was never as laddish as his image suggested. Nearing death and last judgment, he is hoping to perform a “cleaner, cleverer” kind of act, one that would let him look straight at the crowd and – perhaps for the first time in his life – not see anybody squirming in their seat in discomfort. “It was a struggle,” the 65-year-old says with a grin, “because I realised that I seem to think in knob jokes. And I have done since I was about 13. In the West Midlands, that was how people communicated!”
xxx/ellauri165.html on line 324: After about six months of living in apartments in the Palazzo Sessa with her mother (separately from Sir William) and begging Greville to come and fetch her, Emma came to understand that he had cast her off. She was furious when she realised what Greville had planned for her, but eventually started to enjoy life in Naples and responded to Sir William's intense courtship just before Christmas in 1786. They fell in love, Sir William forgot about his plan to take her on as a temporary mistress, and Emma moved into his apartments, leaving her mother downstairs in the ground floor rooms. Emma was unable to attend Court yet, but Sir William took her to every other party, assembly and outing.
xxx/ellauri165.html on line 436: Lyyra Häpykielen sammakkomaisen äidin nimi Philip Pullmanin kirjaan His Dark Materials perustuvassa Netflix-sarjassa His Masters Voice on Marisa. Sen lemmikki on toinen ikävänoloinen apina. The malevolent dæmon, represented by a golden sub-nosed monkey, is a cute-but-creepy little beast and is supposed to be male as all daemon’s are the opposite gender to their human. Awkwardly, the BBC realised some viewers may be perturbed to see the monkey’s genitals on their 60 inch HD TV, so Mrs Coulter’s Dæmon has had a subtle gender reassignment. Clitoris peeking out from the labia instead of erect middle figer is offensive in Russia, Ukraina and in the eastern half of the Swedish empire.
xxx/ellauri170.html on line 425: Richard*: Indeed not. As I said in my previous e-mail it is pertinent to realise that no scientist has been able to locate the self, by whatever name, despite all their brain-scans ... and I also said ‘from what is implied therein’ when referring to the ‘Time’ magazine’s article. Funny actually, it should not be hard to miss, like a homunculus, a little man resembling a mandragora root. Maybe they just havent looked hard enough.
xxx/ellauri170.html on line 448: Even though such highs are common and likely a universal human experience, it seems that Richard was the first person to realise their importance in ending the human condition.
xxx/ellauri193.html on line 738: “A sector of the community was talking about the killing of farmers. It had always been the view and the feeling of individuals in society that South Africa needed to bring back the death penalty. She said, previously when the death penalty was used, many people were killed, even innocent people were killed. Motshekga reminded the committee that on April 18, 2002, the late President Nelson Mandela launched the Moral Regeneration Movement. "He had realised that the legacy of the past has led our people to behave in a beastly way, like savages."
xxx/ellauri224.html on line 444: There important historical antecedents that may help us figure out the true reasons of the charming beauty of Ukranian women. Ukraine is a very special country which is located nearly in the centre of Europe. Therefore, it has always been the point of intersection between different cultures and nations. It has been largely affected by both, the West and the East. The trade routes that were used by the ancient and middle ages merchants ran through the territory of the modern-day Ukraine. Thus, nations such as the Nordic Vikings and Southern Greeks met each other en route to their destinations towns and ports. They made their way through Ukraine. Eastern tribes of the Pechenegs, Kipchaks and even Mongols have all contributed to the modern beauty of the Ukranian women. Afterwards, it was largely affected by Russia which also has very beautiful women. During the past century, lots of European nations managed to leave their scumbags in the Ukraine. So, this is the historical background which helps us realise that the current beauty of the Ukranian women is attributed to the mixture of very different nations from two different parts of the world.
xxx/ellauri387.html on line 405: Moving about in worlds not realised, Joka liikkuu muissa maailmoissa
xxx/ellauri387.html on line 474: “Those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realised, High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised.”
xxx/ellauri410.html on line 142: You will now realise that the Bolovian tongue is extreamly Subtile, impossible to the European Mouth. You have heard of the Zulu Click, a sound that no Caucasian can make? Well, the Zulu Click is nothing to the Bolovian Fart, by which in that language the most subtle distinctions are rendered.
xxx/ellauri417.html on line 552: Med stor spenning og forventning gikk jeg inn i ARK-butikken på Trondheim Torg en fredag i slutten av oktober. Hele uken hadde jeg sett frem til dette, å kunne gå inn i en bokhandel og kjøpe Knausgård sin nye bok. Det høres kanskje ikke så spesielt ut, men det er ikke ofte man har slike opplevelser innenfor litteraturens verden, til det er det alltid altfor mange bøker som burde blitt lest for lenge siden. De sitrende følelsene ga meg en glede i seg selv, og nå i etterkant er det denne hendelsen, de forventningsfulle skrittene bort til nyhetshyllen i ARK-butikken, som vil være mitt beste minne knyttet til denne boken. Til selve lesingen er det knyttet langt mindre gledesfulle minner. Det er en lang bok Knausgård har utgitt. Altfor lang. Bare ett år etter den nesten 700-sider lange Morgenstjerne kommer en bok på nesten 800-sider. Imponerende, kan man fort tenke, men det er det overhodet ikke. For selv om Ulvene fra evighetens skog er lang, er den på ingen måte omfattende. I løpet av første 400-sidene skjer det nærmest ingenting. Vi følger den 19-år gamle Syvert gjennom noen ørkesløse uker i en Sørlandsby på slutten av 80-tallet. Han er nettopp kommet hjem fra militærtjeneste, og bruker dagene til å spille fotball, loke rundt på eiendommen, lage middag, henge med venner, gå på byen. Et helt vanlig ungdomsliv, fylt av helt vanlige ungdomstanker. Banalt og uinteressant, slik det skal være. Men hvorfor skrive om det i over 400-sider? Hvorfor utbrodere i hver minste detalj hva denne vanlige, altså selvsentrerte og korttenkte, ungdommen foretar seg i løpet av en dag? Den ekstreme hverdagsrealismen vi kjenner så godt fra Knausgårds tidligere verk, med sin langsomme dveling omkring ubetydelige gjøremål og suggererende nyanserikdom i skildringen av hverdagslige hendelser er tatt i en ennu mer banal og uinteressant retning i denne boken. Der vi tidligere har kjent oss igjen i Karl Oves opplevelser og følelser, blitt overrasket av hans tanker og refleksjoner, latt oss imponere av den språklige rikdommen og de skarpe beskrivelsene, er det stort sett bare kjedsommelig selvfølgeligheter formidlet gjennom en livløs prosa som kommer ut av den 19-år gamle Syvert. Det er så banalt og omfattende på samme tid at det nærmer seg det parodiske, hvis det ikke allerede har tippet over. Rundt s. 420 kommer det heldigvis et vendepunkt. Plutselig befinner vi oss i Russland, i hodet til en småkriminell lastebilsjåfør. Hoppet i rom og tid er så voldsomt at man nesten blir litt lammet, hva skjedde egentlig nå? Men nå kommer endelig de 400 sidene med livløs prosa til sin rette, for her, inne i hodet til en erfaren lastebilsjåfør ute på en forblåst og hvitkledd russisk motorvei, fortsetter Knausgård i nøyaktig samme stil og tone. Dette skaper en uventet nærhet til et menneske som i utgangspunktet er så langt borte fra meg og mitt. Litteraturens magiske potensial blir med andre ord virkelig realisert. Endelig lever teksten, lettelsen og gleden er enorm og følger meg utover kvelden. Den nesten delen av boken utspiller seg i Russland, vekslende mellom ulike karakterer og stemmer, men hovedsakelig befinner vi oss i hodet til en middelaldrende biologiprofessor i Moskva. Hennes refleksjoner og menneskemøter åpner opp boken, slipper inn lys fra både evolusjonsteorien og den russiske kulturhistorien. Mange spennende tanker og situasjoner, formidlet gjennom en karakter jeg har langt mer sympati og forståelse for - til tross for at hun befinner seg i en helt annen verden enn min egen. I det siste partiet møtes disse to karakterene, i et kokvarmt Moskva preget av den samme feberaktige tåken som preget miljøet i Morgenstjernen. Vi er med andre ord tilbake i den realistiske, mystiske og spennende apokalypse verdenen vi forlot i forrige bok. La oss håpe Knausgård starter her neste gang.
xxx/ellauri442.html on line 200: Mutta Vaatturin avainpointti tässä on että the plurality and gradual privatisation of modern Euro-American religiosity (the author correctly realises it is not a global trend, p. 97), is fundamentally interconnected with the postcapitalistic economic and consumer sphere. Uskonto on tuotteistettu kilpailemaan muiden viihdetarjoomusten rinnalle. Se ei ole enää remmi jolla Iivari saadaan soiraamaan.
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