Anse Quotes

I reckon a man in a tight might let Bill Varner patch him up like a mule, but I be damned if the man that'd let Anse Bundren treat him with raw cement aint got more spare legs than I have.

Why are you Anse. I would think about his name until after a while I could see the word as a shape, a vessel, and I would watch him liquify and flow into it like cold molasses flowing out of the darkness into the vessel, until the jar stood full and motionless: a significant shape profoundly without life like an empty door frame

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the office. “What can I do for you, Hill?” he asked. “Sir, I need to talk to you about this Hatfield and McCoy thing. And the Gunsmith.” “I know, General,” he said, “you don’t approve of Pinkerton’s plan—but we’re paying the man for his expertise.” “May I sit, sir?” Buckner waved to his visitor’s chair. Hill folded his excess height into it. “Sir, I believe my men and I can go into West Virginia and find Devil Anse Hatfield.” The leader of the Hatfields was William Anderson, but everyone knew him as “Devil Anse.” “Then why haven’t you?” “Excuse me, sir, but you haven’t taken the shackles off me,” Hill said. “Just let me go in and do it my way.” “I want Devil Anse arrested, not killed,” Buckner said. “Yes, sir, but he doesn’t have the same scruples that you do. Innocent people are getting killed because they’re finding themselves in the middle of his feud, which has been going on for years. And it’s a family feud, since the two sides are now related by marriage—a marriage neither one approved of, by the way.” “I don’t need a history lesson on the Hatfields and McCoys,

Om fundamentet for dette forehavendet, altså antagelsen om at det finnes kjærlighet (eller er det egentlig bare et ønske om reproduksjon?) å lengte etter, er å anse som en like delirisk vrangforestilling som den jevne troendes grafsing etter mening i Bibelen, gripen etter et svar i Koranen, klamring til scientologenes skrifter, det kan ikke redaksjonen avgjøre, men den kommer like fullt til å reflektere over det, og samtidig legge all tvil på bordet.

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Hay que mirar a la ANSES convertida en una caja financiadora de lo que sea; hay que ver al Banco Central renunciando a su función de defender la moneda y financiando la emisión de billetes sin límite ni control; hay que observar a la Casa de la Moneda reducida a máquina de imprimir Evitas; a la AFIP transformada en una agencia de persecuciones políticas; a Aerolíneas convertida agencia de empleo de La Cámpora; a la producción de YPF cayendo indefinidamente y al INDEC despanzurrado por Moreno para entender lo elemental: en la Argentina no hay Estado. En la Argentina rigen las instituciones peronistas: la mafia, la caja y la patota.

When [God] aims for something to be always a-moving, He makes it longways, like a road or a horse or a wagon, but when He aims for something to stay put, He makes it up-and-down ways, like a tree or a man. . . . [I]f He'd a aimed for man to be always a-moving and going somewheres else, wouldn't He a put him longways on his belly, like a snake? It stands to reason He would." Anse in As I Lay Dying, pp. 34-5

È stato Darl. Si è fatto sulla porta e è rimasto lì, a guardare sua madre morente. Guardarla e basta, e io ho sentito di nuovo l'amore immenso del Signore e la Sua misericordia. Ho capito che con Jewel lei aveva solo fatto finta, ma che era tra lei e Darl che c'era comprensione e amore vero. È rimasto lì a guardarla, semplicemente, senza neanche entrare e mettersi dove lei avrebbe potuto vederlo e agitarsi, sapendo che Anse lo stava cacciando via e lui non l'avrebbe mai più rivista. Non ha detto nulla, rimasto lì a guardarla e basta. "Cosa vuoi, Darl?" ha detto subito Dewey Dell, senza smettere col ventaglio, tenendo perfino lui lontano da lei. Non ha risposto. È rimasto lì a guardare la madre morente, il cuore troppo pieno per delle parole.

Det välkända ”hokus pokus” anses dock allmänt vara en förvrängning av de latinska orden i nattvardens instiftelseformel, ”hoc est corpus (meum)”=”detta är min lekamen”, liksom en fullständigare formel ”– filiokus” skulle komma av ”filioque” eller ”filii (=sonens) corpus”. En annan uppfattning är att den bildats ur trollformeln ”Hax pax max Deus adimax”, som började uppträda på 1500-talet. I Danmark och Sverige möter man varianten ”Pax fax max”.

I like the story of the blind elephants better,” he said. “Yeah, what’s that?” “Six blind elephants. First one feels a man. Says, ‘Man is flat.’ Rest of the elephants feel the man, too.” Anse looked at her. “They all agree.

I knew that nobody but a luckless man could ever need a doctor in the face of a cyclone. And I knew that if it had finally occurred to Anse himself that he needed one, it was already too late.

Vi blir lätt stötta om vår egen personlighet och vårt sätt att vara beskrivs som typiskt för vår kultur eftersom det inte gör rättvisa åt oss som individer: vi betraktar inte vårt eget beteende som typiskt, utan som uttryck för vår egen identitet och våra personliga val. Det här är trots allt något som vi lätt glömmer bort när vi vänder blicken mot andra: de andra beskrivs ofta utgående från vad som anses typiskt för deras kultur.

För att göra sig gällande här måste han bli som de andra, inte som Bogglund och drömmaren, utan som förmannen och Fågel blå. Då måste han, med befordringsdrömmarna hela tiden starkt levande inom sig lära sig klättra väl men icke fort. Han måste sparka till dem som ville komma om honom, alltid passa på, när ingen såg honom, smickra sig in hos de överordnade och lära sig intrigerna, så att intrigerna icke som bumeranger kom tillbaks. Han måste begränsa sig, envetet hålla sig inom gränsen, aldrig mera anse sig ha råd att göra en generös eftergift bara av nöjet att få göra den. Det var det man menade med "att sköta sig". (Sid. 225)

Getting back to this map stone, I thought they found archeological evidence that Vinland was up in Newfoundland, not near Cape Cod.” In the 1970s amateur archeologists, ignoring the skepticism of the professionals, uncovered a Viking settlement in L’Anse aux Meadows. “There’s just one problem with that site — there are no grapes growing that far north.” “No grapes, no Vinland. I get it.