바카라an old man with no destiny with our never knowing who he was, or what he was like, or even if he was only a figment of the imagination, a comic tyrant who never knew where the reverse side was and where the right of this life which we loved with an insatiable passion that you never dared even to imagine out of the fear of knowing what we knew only too well that it was arduous and ephemeral but there wasn바카라t any other, general, because we knew who we were while he was left never knowing it forever with the soft whistle of his rupture of a dead old man cut off at the roots by the slash of death, flying through the dark sound of the last frozen leaves of his autumn toward the homeland of shadows of the truth of oblivion, clinging to his fear of the rotting cloth of death바카라s hooded cassock and alien to the clamor of the frantic crowds who took to the streets singing hymns of joy at the jubilant news of his death and alien forevermore to the music of liberation and the rockets of jubilation and the bells of glory that announced to the world the good news that the uncountable time of eternity had come to an end.바카라
바카라 Excerpts from The Autumn of the Patriarch by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Translated by Gregory Rabassa
An Announcement
The Wisest of Lines
A Poem
This is merely a copy, word by word, of what was published this morning in the State newspaper:
바카라In another hundred and twenty days the building of the Integral will be completed. The great historic hour is near, when the first Integral will rise into the limitless space of the universe. A thousand years ago your heroic ancestors subjected the whole earth to the power of the United State. A still more glorious task is before you: the integration of the indefinite equation of the Cosmos by the use of the glass, electric, fire-breathing Integral. Your mission is to subjugate to the grateful yoke of reason the unknown beings who live on other planets, and who are perhaps still in the primitive state of freedom. If they will not understand that we are bringing them a mathematically faultless happiness, our duty will be to force them to be happy. But before we take up arms, we shall try the power of words.
In the name of The Well-Doer, the following is announced herewith to all Numbers of the United State:
바카라Whoever feels capable must consider it his duty to write treatises, poems, manifestoes, odes and other compositions on the greatness and the beauty of the United State.
바카라This will be the first load which the Integral will carry.
바카라 Excerpts from We by Yevgeny Zamyatin. Translated by Gregory Zilboorg
More, badness is of the self, the one, the you or me on our oddy knockies, and that self is made by old Bog or God and is his great pride and radosty. But the not-self cannot have the bad, meaning they of the government and the judges and the schools cannot allow the bad because they cannot allow the self.
바카라 Excerpts from A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess
Winston kept his back turned to the telescreen. It was safer, though, as he well knew, even a back can be revealing. A kilometre away the Ministry of Truth, his place of work, towered vast and white above the grimy landscape. This, he thought with a sort of vague distaste -- this was London, chief city of Airstrip One, itself the third most populous of the provinces of Oceania. He tried to squeeze out some childhood memory that should tell him whether London had always been quite like this. Were there always these vistas of rotting nineteenth-century houses, their sides shored up with baulks of timber, their windows patched with cardboard and their roofs with corrugated iron, their crazy garden walls sagging in all directions? And the bombed sites where the plaster dust swirled in the air and the willow-herb straggled over the heaps of rubble; and the places where the bombs had cleared a larger patch and there had sprung up sordid colonies of wooden dwellings like chicken-houses? But it was no use, he could not remember: nothing remained of his childhood except a series of bright-lit tableaux occurring against no background and mostly unintelligible.
The Ministry of Truth바카라Minitrue, in Newspeak바카라was startlingly different from any other object in sight. It was an enormous pyramidal structure of glittering white concrete, soaring up, terrace after terrace, 300 metres into the air. From where Winston stood it was just possible to read, picked out on its white face in elegant lettering, the three slogans of the Party:
War Is Peace
Freedom Is Slavery
Ignorance Is Strength
바카라 Excerpts from George Orwell바카라s 1984
As for the others, their life, so far as they knew, was as it had always been. They were generally hungry, they slept on straw, they drank from the pool, they laboured in the fields; in winter they were troubled by the cold, and in summer by the flies. Sometimes the older ones among them racked their dim memories and tried to determine whether in the early days of the Rebellion, when Jones바카라s expulsion was still recent, things had been better or worse than now. They could not remember. There was nothing with which they could compare their present lives: they had nothing to go upon except Squealer바카라s lists of figures, which invariably demonstrated that everything was getting better and better. The animals found the problem insoluble; in any case, they had little time for speculating on such things now. Only old Benjamin professed to remember every detail of his long life and to know that things never had been, nor ever could be much better or much worse바카라hunger, hardship, and disappointment being, so he said, the unalterable law of life.
바카라 Excerpts fromGeorge Orwell바카라s Animal Farm
I would like to believe this is a story I바카라m telling. I need to believe it. I must believe it. Those who can believe that such stories are only stories have a better chance.
If it바카라s a story I바카라m telling, then I have control over the ending. Then there will be an ending, to the story, and real life will come after it. I can pick up where I left off.
It isn바카라t a story I바카라m telling.
It바카라s also a story I바카라m telling, in my head, as I go along.
Tell, rather than write, because I have nothing to write with and writing in any case is forbidden. But if it바카라s a story, Even in my head, I must be telling it to someone. You don바카라t tell a story only to yourself. There바카라s always someone else.
Even when there is no one.
A story is like a letter. Dear You, I바카라ll say. Just you, without a name. Attaching a name attaches you to the world of fact, which is riskier, more hazardous: who knows what the chances are out there, of survival, yours? I will say you, you, like an old love song. You can mean more than one.
You can mean thousands.
I바카라m not in any immediate danger, I바카라ll say to you.
I바카라ll pretend you can hear me.
But it바카라s no good, because I know you can바카라t.
바카라 Excerpts from The Handmaid바카라s Tale by Margaret Atwood
바카라Now let바카라s take up the minorities in our civilization, shall we? Bigger the population, the more minorities. Don바카라t step on the toes of the dog-lovers, the cat-lovers, doctors, lawyers, merchants, chiefs, Mormons, Baptists, Unitarians, second-generation Chinese, Swedes, Italians, Germans, Texans, Brooklynites, Irishmen, people from Oregon or Mexico. The people in this book, this play, this TV serial are not meant to represent any actual painters, cartographers, mechanics anywhere. The bigger your market, Montag, the less you handle controversy, remember that! All the minor minor minorities with their navels to be kept clean. Authors, full of evil thoughts, lock up your typewriters. They did. Magazines became a nice blend of vanilla tapioca. Books, so the damned snobbish critics said, were dishwater. No wonder books stopped selling, the critics said. But the public, knowing what it wanted, spinning happily, let the comic books survive. And the three-dimensional sex-magazines, of course. There you have it, Montag. It didn바카라t come from the Government down. There was no dictum, no declaration, no censorship, to start with, no! Technology, mass exploitation, and minority pressure carried the trick, thank God. Today, thanks to them, you can stay happy all the time, you are allowed to read comics, the good old confessions, or trade journals.바카라
바카라Yes, but what about the firemen, then?바카라 asked Montag.
바카라Ah.바카라 Beatty leaned forward in the faint mist of smoke from his pipe. 바카라What more easily explained and natural? With school turning out more runners, jumpers, racers, tinkerers, grabbers, snatchers, fliers, and swimmers instead of examiners, critics, knowers, and imaginative creators, the word 바카라intellectual,바카라 of course, became the swear word it deserved to be. You always dread the unfamiliar. Surely you remember the boy in your own school class who was exceptionally 바카라bright,바카라 did most of the reciting and answering while the others sat like so many leaden idols, hating him. And wasn바카라t it this bright boy you selected for beatings and tortures after hours? Of course it was. We must all be alike. Not everyone born free and equal, as the Constitution says, but everyone made equal. Each man the image of every other; then all are happy, for there are no mountains to make them cower, to judge themselves against. So! A book is a loaded gun in the house next door. Burn it. Take the shot from the weapon.
바카라Â Excerpts from Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
Just as the town clock strikes two, the mayor steps up to the podium and begins to read. It바카라s the same story every year. He tells of the history of Panem, the country that rose up out of the ashes of a place that was once called North America. He lists the disasters, the droughts, the storms, the fires, the encroaching seas that swallowed up so much of the land, the brutal war for what little sustenance remained. The result was Panem, a shining Capitol ringed by thirteen districts, which brought peace and prosperity to its citizens. Then came the Dark Days, the uprising of the districts against the Capitol. Twelve were defeated, the thirteenth obliterated. The Treaty of Treason gave us the new laws to guarantee peace and, as our yearly reminder that the Dark Days must never be repeated, it gave us the Hunger Games.
The rules of the Hunger Games are simple. In punishment for the uprising, each of the twelve districts must provide one girl and one boy, called tributes, to participate. The twenty-four tributes will be imprisoned in a vast outdoor arena that could hold anything from a burning desert to a frozen wasteland. Over a period of several weeks, the competitors must fight to the death. The last tribute standing wins.
Taking the kids from our districts, forcing them to kill one another while we watch 바카라 this is the Capitol바카라s way of reminding us how totally we are at their mercy. How little chance we would stand of surviving another rebellion. Whatever words they use, the real message is clear. 바카라Look how we take your children and sacrifice them and there바카라s nothing you can do. If you lift a finger, we will destroy every last one of you. Just as we did in District Thirteen.바카라
바카라 Excerpts from The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins
Our Ford바카라or Our Freud, as, for some inscrutable reason, he chose to call himself whenever he spoke of psychological matters바카라Our Freud had been the first to reveal the appalling dangers of family life. The world was full of fathers바카라was therefore full of misery; full of mothers바카라therefore of every kind of perversion from sadism to chastity; full of brothers, sisters, uncles, aunts바카라full of madness and suicide.
바카라And yet, among the savages of Samoa, in certain islands off the coast of New Guinea바카라Š바카라
The tropical sunshine lay like warm honey on the naked bodies of children tumbling promiscuously among the hibiscus blossoms. Home was in any one of twenty palm-thatched houses. In the Trobriands conception was the work of ancestral ghosts; nobody had ever heard of a father.
바카라Extremes,바카라 said the Controller, 바카라meet. For the good reason that they were made to meet.바카라
바카라 Excerpts from Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
