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Amy: I had something I wanted to tell him. Stuff always gets in the way. Canton: Stuff does that.
Steven Moffat
It's not the solution, Mr. Canton. It's the path to the solution that's fascinating.
Gary D. Schmidt (Orbiting Jupiter)
Make me a willow cabin at your gate And call upon my soul within the house; Write loyal cantons of contemned love And sing them loud even in the dead of night; Hallo your name to the reverberate hills And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out "Olivia!" O, you should not rest Between the elements of air and earth But you should pity me
William Shakespeare
India and its peoples; not the British India of cantonments and Clubs, or the artificial world of hill stations and horse shows, but that other India: that mixture of glamour and tawdriness, viciousness and nobility. A land full of gods and gold and famine. Ugly as a rotting corpse and beautiful beyond belief …
M.M. Kaye (The Far Pavilions)
Inside, a mother superior, ethereal, delicate, who took me under her wing. She caressed me with her slender, soft hands, she sat next to me as if I were a friend. One day she disappeared. In her place arrived a buxom Swiss from Canton Uri. It's common knowledge that a new leader will hate the predecessors' favourites. A boarding school is like a harem.
Fleur Jaeggy (Sweet Days of Discipline)
Now tell me the truth, Lapsus, why do you write about things you've never seen before in your life? Things you don't have the slightest idea about? Why is 'peignoir' a ball gown in your poem 'Canton'? Why?
Ilya Ilf (The Twelve Chairs (European Classics))
(Golden Globe acceptance speech in the style of Jane Austen's letters): "Four A.M. Having just returned from an evening at the Golden Spheres, which despite the inconveniences of heat, noise and overcrowding, was not without its pleasures. Thankfully, there were no dogs and no children. The gowns were middling. There was a good deal of shouting and behavior verging on the profligate, however, people were very free with their compliments and I made several new acquaintances. Miss Lindsay Doran, of Mirage, wherever that might be, who is largely responsible for my presence here, an enchanting companion about whom too much good cannot be said. Mr. Ang Lee, of foreign extraction, who most unexpectedly apppeared to understand me better than I undersand myself. Mr. James Schamus, a copiously erudite gentleman, and Miss Kate Winslet, beautiful in both countenance and spirit. Mr. Pat Doyle, a composer and a Scot, who displayed the kind of wild behavior one has lernt to expect from that race. Mr. Mark Canton, an energetic person with a ready smile who, as I understand it, owes me a vast deal of money. Miss Lisa Henson -- a lovely girl, and Mr. Gareth Wigan -- a lovely boy. I attempted to converse with Mr. Sydney Pollack, but his charms and wisdom are so generally pleasing that it proved impossible to get within ten feet of him. The room was full of interesting activitiy until eleven P.M. when it emptied rather suddenly. The lateness of the hour is due therefore not to the dance, but to the waiting, in a long line for horseless vehicles of unconscionable size. The modern world has clearly done nothing for transport. P.S. Managed to avoid the hoyden Emily Tomkins who has purloined my creation and added things of her own. Nefarious creature." "With gratitude and apologies to Miss Austen, thank you.
Emma Thompson (The Sense and Sensibility Screenplay and Diaries: Bringing Jane Austen's Novel to Film)
He tasted like white wine and pine needles. He tasted like two years of waiting. I wanted to breathe for him, I wanted to swallow him whole. I ached with a sudden, pulsing need, an overwhelming desire I’d never felt before.
Viv Daniels (One & Only (Canton, #1))
When particles collide, they explode, strewing pieces of themselves in waves across the universe and combining to make something entirely new. And when I kissed Dylan in his dorm room kitchen, the universe expanded. It had to, because this – this – was not something that had belonged to our reality before.
Viv Daniels (One & Only (Canton, #1))
Soon after I left the Canton I read, in an otherwise unsuccint paper on ecology: "Organisms themselves are relatively transient entities through which materials and energy flow and eventually return to the environment." In my more skittish moments I am currently inclined to think that I would rather like this sentence as my epitaph.
Colin Fletcher (The Man Who Walked Through Time: The Story of the First Trip Afoot Through the Grand Canyon)
Yau proposed another round, then asked: 'Is it true that to the west of the Khalif's domain there live white-skinned people, with blue eyes and yellow hair?' 'There can't be men like that!' Chiao Tai protested. 'Must be ghosts or devils!'(49)
Robert van Gulik (Murder in Canton)
I hadn't flown all the way to Ithaca to date some boy. I was here to work – to prove to myself that I could do something extraordinary all on my own.
Viv Daniels (One & Only (Canton, #1))
I didn't want to be dependent on anyone, the way Mom and I had always been. I knew I was weak like her, willing to give up the things I wanted – like Canton – to make the people I loved happy. I knew I was weak like her and wouldn't be able to be with a guy without falling for him.
Viv Daniels (One & Only (Canton, #1))
There were dumplings on the train, sold by grim men and women with deep lines cut into their faces by years and worry and hunger and misery. This was the provinces, the outer territories, the mysterious China that had sent millions of girls and boys to Canton to earn their fortunes in the Pearl River Delta. Matthew knew all their strange accents, he spoke their strange Mandarin language, but he was Cantonese, and these were not his people. Those were not his dumplings.
Cory Doctorow (For the Win)
Day after day, night after night, study session after study session, we exchanged emails, we talked about our project, we read and worked and researched together, and there were times that I wanted him so much, I worried if he so much as touched my hand, I’d split right open and spill my soul all over the floor.
Viv Daniels (One & Only (Canton, #1))
Amontillado. Broiled Shad à la Maréchel. Cucumbers. Potatoes à la Duchesse. Filet Mignon à la Rossini. Chateau Lafite and Rinnart Brut. Fonds d’Artichaut Farcis. Pommery Sec. Sorbet au Kirsch. Cigarettes. Woodcock on Toast. Asparagus Sala. Ices: Canton Ginger. Cheeses: Pont l’Eveque; Rocquefort. Coffee. Liquers. Madeira, 1815. Cigars. Gage
Erik Larson (The Devil in the White City)
I think about you all the time. Where you are, what you’re doing, why I’m not with you. I go to Verde on Sundays because two days without seeing you is two days too long.
Viv Daniels (One & Only (Canton, #1))
I shall plan my cousin's escape from that Canton mad-house, and together we shall go to marvel-shadowed Innsmouth. We shall swim out to that brooding reef in the sea and dive down through black abysses to Cyclopean and many-columned Y'ha-nthlei, and in that lair of the Deep Ones we shall dwell amidst wonder and glory for ever.
H.P. Lovecraft
THIS IS THE STORY of the great war that Rikki-tikki-tavi fought single-handed, through the bathrooms of the big bungalow in Segowlee cantonment. Darzee, the Tailorbird, helped him, and Chuchundra, the musk-rat, who never comes out into the middle of the floor, but always creeps round by the wall, gave him advice, but Rikki-tikki did the real fighting.
Rudyard Kipling (Rikki-Tikki-Tavi)
Their activities reached a peak in the early years of the nineteenth century, when a community of around forty thousand pirates with some four hundred junks dominated the coastal waters and attacked any merchant vessels which strayed into the area. From 1807 these pirates were led by a remarkable woman called Mrs. Cheng, a former prostitute from Canton.
David Cordingly (Under the Black Flag: The Romance and the Reality of Life Among the Pirates)
Those who are ill informed about change will be at risk for a rough future
Jason Canton
The only thing you can be sure of, Herr March, is that - whoever wins - still standing when the smoke of battle clears will be the banks of the cantons of Switzerland.
Robert Harris
The lifeblood of London carried a sharp, tinny timbre wholly unlike the rickety, clacking bamboo that underwrote Canton.
R.F. Kuang (Babel, or the Necessity of Violence: An Arcane History of the Oxford Translators' Revolution)
Two people, a man and your ex, Maura, are in the car,” Reynolds says. “Officer Canton pulls them over for a DUI. Something spooks them. They panic, shoot Officer Canton twice in the back of the head, take off.
Harlan Coben (Don't Let Go)
Más de una vez me he entretenido imaginando qué habría acontecido si, en lugar de hombres de Castilla, hubieran sido encargados, mil años hace, los "unitarios" de ahora, catalanes y vascos, de formar esta enorme cosa que llamamos España. Yo sospecho que, aplicando sus métodos y dando con sus testas en el yunque, lejos de arribar a la España una, habrían dejado la Península convertida en una pululación de mil cantones.
José Ortega y Gasset (España invertebrada)
Lieutenant Colonel Frederick Parry of 2nd Battalion the Cheshire Regiment at once requisitioned ‘extra attractive women’ from the cantonment magistrate at Amballa, arguing that he had only six women for 400 men.
Richard Holmes (Sahib: The British Soldier in India 1750–1914)
Sylvia wanted me to resent Hannah because she was dating Dylan. She wanted me to be jealous of her because Hannah had the affection and attention of the only guy I’d ever really liked. Sylvia had no freakin’ clue. I couldn’t allow myself to begin hating Hannah Swift. If I started down that path, I’d never, ever stop.
Viv Daniels (One & Only (Canton, #1))
In the course of these trips he was kind and indulgent, and talked rather than preached. He never went far in search of his arguments and his examples. He quoted to the inhabitants of one district the example of a neighboring district. In the cantons where they were harsh to the poor, he said: "Look at the people of Briancon! They have conferred on the poor, on widows and orphans, the right to have their meadows mown three days in advance of every one else. They rebuild their houses for them gratuitously when they are ruined. Therefore it is a country which is blessed by God. For a whole century, there has not been a single murderer among them.
Victor Hugo (Les Misérables)
Kelsier said haughtily. “What’s this?” “From your brother,” Dockson said, pointing at a large map laid across the desk. “It arrived this afternoon in the hollow of a broken table leg that the Canton of Orthodoxy hired Clubs to repair.
Brandon Sanderson (Mistborn: The Final Empire (Mistborn, #1))
Switzerland is undeniably a modern country, but gender roles make occasional appearances. In some cantons women didn’t get the right to vote until the 1970s. Anna knew she’d been in Switzerland too long when this stopped appalling her.
Jill Alexander Essbaum (Hausfrau)
I see. And do you have this client’s room number?” “Nah.” “Do you have his Gizmo ID?” “Nah.” I pulled a compact out of my handbag and checked my ruby-red lipstick. “I’m sorry, madam”—she looked me up and down—“I’m unable to help you if you don’t have his room number or some other proof that you’ve been invited.” I shot her a bitchy glare (I’m good at that). “Oh, he wants me here all right. For an hour.” I set the compact on her desk and fished around in my handbag. She leaned away from the compact like she might catch a disease from it. I pulled out a piece of paper and read: “Jin Chu. Canton Artemis. Arcade District. Aldrin Bubble.” I put the paper away. “Just call the fuckin’ guy, okay? I got other customers after this.
Andy Weir (Artemis)
Some of the leaders of the backlash said their name was an acronym for “Taxed Enough Already.” Maybe this was true at first. But the Tea Party was soon infused with paranoia that had nothing to do with taxes. While the ugliness caught Washington observers by surprise, anyone who had spent time in a battleground state recognized it instantly. Back in Ohio, volunteers had been told to check boxes corresponding to a voter’s most important issue: economy, environment, health care. But what box were you supposed to check when a voter’s concern was that Obama was a secret Muslim? Or a terrorist? Or a communist? Or the actual, literal Antichrist? How could you convince a voter whose pastor told them your candidate would bring about the biblical end of days? Other people were just plain racist. Outside an unemployment center in Canton, a skinny white man with stringy hair and a ratty T-shirt told me he would never, ever support my candidate. When I asked why, he took two fingers and tapped them against the veiny underside of his forearm. At first I didn’t understand. “You won’t vote for Obama because you’re a heroin addict?” It took me at least ten seconds to realize he was gesturing to the color of his skin.
David Litt (Thanks, Obama: My Hopey, Changey White House Years)
It's a Catholic glacier. You can tell by the look of it. And the management." I said, no, I believed nothing but the extreme end of it was in a Catholic canton. "Well, then, it's a government glacier," said Harris. "It's all the same. Over here the government runs everything—so everything's slow; slow, and ill-managed. But with us, everything's done by private enterprise—and then there ain't much lolling around, you can depend on it. I wish Tom Scott could get his hands on this torpid old slab once—you'd see it take a different gait from this." I said I was sure he would increase the speed, if there was trade enough to justify it.
Mark Twain (A Tramp Abroad)
The Stone Age did not end for lack of stone. And the Oil Age will end log before the world runs out of oil
James Canton
Economics is always, like religion or politics, something we create together in response to the world we live in.
Larry Lamar Yates (Bloodroot Cantons)
literature continues to satisfy a spiritual or psychological need, and open readers’ minds to the world and its extraordinary variety.
James Canton (The Literature Book: Big Ideas Simply Explained)
Literature is as old as speech. It grew out of human need for it, and it has not changed except to become more needed.
James Canton (The Literature Book: Big Ideas Simply Explained)
Majority rule is not “destroyed” by smaller political units. Quite the contrary; it is rendered more efficient in serving the taxpaying public. Majority rule voting will exist in smaller political units even more efficiently than in larger, more centralized ones. That's why Switzerland, with its highly decentralized system of government and with power vested in more than sixty cantons, is arguably the world's most peaceful and prosperous democracy.
Thomas J. DiLorenzo (The Real Lincoln: A New Look at Abraham Lincoln, His Agenda, and an Unnecessary War)
- On m'appelle dans ce canton l'ermite de Copmanshurt. Et on y ajoute l'épithète de saint, mais je me trouve indigne d'une telle addition à mon nom. Et vous, sire chevalier, m'apprendrez-vous comment se nomme mon hôte ? - On m'appelle dans ce canton le Chevalier Noir, répondit le chevalier du tac au tac ; et on y ajoute l'épithète de « fainéant », mais je me trouve indigne d'une telle addition à mon nom. L'ermite ne put s'empêcher de sourire à cette réponse.
Walter Scott (Ivanhoe)
In 1913, an old woman died in a village of the canton of Putzig (Prussia). The deaths of seven family members followed soon after, and it was declared that the deceased had not found rest and was drawing her relatives to her. Feeling himself going into a decline, one of the old woman's sons asked for advice from those around him. He was told to exhume the cadaver, decapitate it, and place the head between the feet. He followed this advice, and shortly afterward he said he was feeling much better.
Claude Lecouteux (The Return of the Dead: Ghosts, Ancestors, and the Transparent Veil of the Pagan Mind)
Leggere vuol dire non essere mai isolati. Leggere vuol dire avere amici cari, intimi, che spesso hanno il buon gusto di essere morti e se ne stanno in ogni caso, in silenzio. Leggere vuol dire essere di San Paolo e di Buenos Aires, di Canton e di Tokyo, di Parigi e di Ulan-Bator, di New York e di Samarcanda. Leggere vuol dire non conoscere mai dolore che un'ora di lettura non possa risolvere. Leggere vuol dire essere accompagnati nel dolore e nel lutto, nella sofferenza e nella sventura, come nella gioia e nel sorriso, nella felicità e nell'allegria
Vincent Monadé (Comment faire lire les hommes de votre vie (French Edition))
She thought about Switzerland. Where a smile will give you away as an American. Where what isn't taboo is de rigueur. Cold, efficient Switzerland. where the woman are comely and the men are well groomed and everyone wears a determined face. Switzerland. The roof of Europe. Glacier carved. Most beautiful where it is most uninhabitable. Switzerland with its twenty-six shipshape cantons. Industrious Switzerland. Novartis. Rolex. Nestlé. Swatch. So often was Zürich ranked as one of the world's best cities. She thought about that, then conceded that if she hadn't been so sad the last nine years she might have seen it.
Jill Alexander Essbaum
Hatred, like a bush fire, ultimately consumes those who propagate it, leaving nothing but scorched, barren earth behind in their hearts. Love, the greatest of reckless endeavours, inspires men to greatness in the face of seemingly insurmountable odds... Maybe this book is just that, a reckless endeavour of the heart.
Stephen Lee (Canton Elegy: A Father's Letter of Sacrifice, Survival, and Enduring Love)
It is not quite true that the Swiss do not have a government. What they do not have is a large central government, or what the common discourse describes as “the” government— what governs them is entirely bottom-up, municipal of sorts, regional entities called cantons, near-sovereign mini-states united in a confederation. There is plenty of volatility, with enmities between residents that stay at the level of fights over water fountains or other such uninspiring debates. This is not necessarily pleasant, since neighbors are transformed into busybodies— this is a dictatorship from the bottom, not from the top, but a dictatorship nevertheless. But this bottom-up form of dictatorship provides protection against the romanticism of utopias, since no big ideas can be generated in such an unintellectual atmosphere— it suffices to spend some time in cafés in the old section of Geneva, particularly on a Sunday afternoon, to understand that the process is highly unintellectual, devoid of any sense of the grandiose, even downright puny (there is a famous quip about how the greatest accomplishment of the Swiss was inventing the cuckoo clock while other nations produced great works— nice story except that the Swiss did not invent the cuckoo clock). But the system produces stability— boring stability— at every possible level.
Nassim Nicholas Taleb (Antifragile: Things That Gain from Disorder)
single-handed, through the bathrooms of the big bungalow in Segowlee cantonment. Darzee, the Tailorbird, helped him, and Chuchundra, the musk-rat, who never comes out into the middle of the floor, but always creeps round by the wall, gave him advice, but Rikki-tikki did the real fighting. He was a mongoose, rather like a little cat in his fur and his tail, but quite like a weasel in his head and his habits. His eyes and the end of his restless nose were pink. He could scratch himself anywhere he pleased with any leg, front or back, that he chose to use. He could fluff up his tail till it looked like a bottle brush, and his war cry as he scuttled through the long grass was:
Rudyard Kipling (Rikki-Tikki-Tavi)
Cada una de estas tres combinaciones puede ofrecer cuatro modos: primero, todos los magistrados son tomados de la universalidad de los ciudadanos por medio de la elección; segundo, todos los magistrados son tomados de la universalidad de los ciudadanos por medio de la suerte; tercero y cuarto, aplicándose la elegibilidad a todos los ciudadanos a la vez, puede verificarse esto sucesivamente por tribus, por cantones, por fratrias, de manera que todas las clases vayan pasando por turno; quinto y sexto, o bien la elegibilidad puede aplicarse a todos los ciudadanos en masa, adoptando uno de estos modos para unas funciones y otro modo para otras. Por otra parte, siendo el derecho de nombrar privilegio de ciertos ciudadanos, los magistrados pueden tomarse, y es el séptimo modo, del cuerpo entero de ciudadanos por medio de la elección; octavo, del cuerpo entero de ciudadanos, por medio de la suerte; noveno, de entre cierta parte de ciudadanos, por medio de elección; décimo, de cierta porción de ciudadanos, por medio de la suerte; undécimo, se puede nombrar para ciertas funciones según la primera forma; y duodécimo, para otras, según la segunda, es decir, aplicar al cuerpo entero de los ciudadanos la elección para unas funciones, la suerte para otras. He aquí, pues, doce modos de instituir las magistraturas, sin contar las combinaciones compuestas151
Aristotle (La Política)
Leer un libro no es cosa de broma. Requiere una inversión importante por nuestra parte. Tal vez no de dinero pero sí de tiempo, el bien más preciado que tenemos. ¿Cuánto tardas de media en leerte un libro? ¿Una semana? ¿Dos? ¿Más? Ese tiempo que destinas a ese libro ya nunca volverá. Otro libro u otra actividad pudo haber ocupado su lugar y haberte aportado más valor a tu vida. Por ello, has de ser muy selectivo en los libros que lees.
David Cantone
Discussing the Russian campaign two years later, Napoleon admitted ‘that when [I] got to Moscow, [I] considered the business as done’.24 He claimed he could have stayed in the well-stocked city throughout the winter had it not been for the burning of Moscow, ‘an event on which I could not calculate, as there is not, I believe, a precedent for it in the history of the world. But by God, one has to admit that showed a hell of a strength of character.’25 Although the part of the city that survived the fire was large enough for winter cantonments, and some supplies were found there in private cellars, it was not remotely capable of wintering an army of over 100,000 men for half a year. There was not enough fodder for the horses, campfires had to be built of mahogany furniture and gilded window-frames, and the army was soon subsisting off rotten horseflesh.26 In retrospect it would have been better for the French had the whole city been razed to the ground, as that would have forced an immediate retreat.
Andrew Roberts (Napoleon: A Life)
Victoire shouldered the task. ‘I wonder,’ she said, very slowly, ‘if you’ve ever read any of the abolition literature published before Parliament finally outlawed slavery.’ Letty frowned. ‘I don’t see how . . .’ ‘The Quakers presented the first antislavery petition to Parliament in 1783,’ said Victoire. ‘Equiano published his memoir in 1789. Add that to the countless slave stories the abolitionists were telling the British public – stories of the cruellest, most awful tortures you can inflict on a fellow human. Because the mere fact that Black people were denied their freedom was not enough. They needed to see how grotesque it was. And even then, it took them decades to finally outlaw the trade. And that’s slavery. Compared to that, a war in Canton over trade rights is going to look like nothing. It’s not romantic. There are no novelists penning sagas about the effects of opium addiction on Chinese families. If Parliament votes to force Canton’s ports open, it’s going to look like free trade working as it should. So don’t tell me that the British public, if they knew, would do anything at all.
R.F. Kuang (Babel, or the Necessity of Violence: An Arcane History of the Oxford Translators' Revolution)
You, O king, live far away across many seas. Yet, driven by the humble desire to share in the blessings of our culture, you have sent a delegation, which respectfully submitted your letter. You assure us that it is your veneration for our celestial ruling family that fills you with the desire to adopt our culture, and yet the difference between our customs and moral laws and your own is so profound that, were your envoy even capable of absorbing the basic principles of our culture, our customs and traditions could never grow in your soil. Were he the most diligent student, his efforts would still be vain. Ruling over the vast world, I have but one end in view, and it is this: to govern to perfection and to fulfil the duties of the state. Rare and costly objects are of no interest to me. I have no use for your country’s goods. Our Celestial Kingdom possesses all things in abundance and wants for nothing within its frontiers. Hence there is no need to bring in the wares of foreign barbarians to exchange for our own products. But since tea, silk and porcelain, products of the Celestial Kingdom, are absolute necessities for the peoples of Europe and for you yourself, the limited trade hitherto permitted in my province of Canton will continue. Mindful of the distant loneliness of your island, separated from the world by desert wastes of sea, I pardon your understandable ignorance of the customs of the Celestial Kingdom. Tremble at my orders and obey.
E. H. Gombrich (A Little History of the World (Little Histories))
Suddenly, in the far distance, a bugle was heard, heralding the troops from Fort McKinney. The fighting at the T. A. did not stop immediately, though. Van Horn later reported that both of the hostile parties discovered his presence, and from that time the besiegers “kept up an almost continuous fire upon the buildings.” Shortly, the troops pulled up near the ranch, and about 6:45 A.M., Colonel Van Horn asked Sheriff Angus to order the posse to stop firing, which, in Van Horn’s words, “was soon effected.”13 The invaders watched the approach of the troops with intense interest. In a dramatic passage, David wrote that Major Wolcott, seeing the troops, “threw his hand in a gesture of stunned groping to the table and whispered: ‘Gentlemen, it is the troops. We are to live.’”14 Sam Clover interviewed a stockman he called Bertram, who told him, “We were up against it hard, and knew our case was hopeless unless the soldiers were ordered out. When that bugle sounded I could have wept; as it was, I howled for joy.”15 On the other hand, some of the invaders continued to show disdain for the sheriff’s posse, refusing to admit that they were ever in peril. Frank Canton wrote much later that the invaders could have broken out anytime they wanted. They only bothered to stay, Canton said, because they had gone to the trouble of making fortifications.16 Canton’s bravado notwithstanding, most of the invaders were deeply relieved. Surrounded and outnumbered almost ten to one, they faced determined men with ample ammunition and food. The four hundred besiegers, according to a Cheyenne Daily Leader correspondent on the scene, “were invariably small ranchmen, distinct from the rustlers, who believed that their lives and homes were in danger from the invasion.”17 Clover described the invaders, on the other hand, as presenting a “desperate appearance. . .  hollow-eyed, begrimed and half-frozen.”18 Still, they made
John W. Davis (Wyoming Range War: The Infamous Invasion of Johnson County)
But it is not these things which most impress the stranger on his journey into the civil lines, into the old city itself (where he becomes lost and notes the passage of a woman dressed in the burkha in the street of the moneylenders) and then back past the secretariat, the Legislative Assembly and Government House, and on into the old cantonment in a search for points of present contact with the reality of twenty years ago, the repercussions, for example, of the affair in the Bibighar Gardens. What impresses him is something for which there is no memorial but which all these things collectively bear witness to: the fact that here in Ranpur, and in places like Ranpur, the British came to the end of themselves as they were.
Paul Scott (The Day of the Scorpion)
ان نشطاء المستقبل ورقة متطرفة محتملة . قد يتطوعون ليصبحوا من رواد المستقبل ، او من المتمسكين بالتقاليد تجاه المستقبل ؛ نظراً لقدرتهم على تحقيق النجاح في جهودهم لعلاج امراض المجتمع من خلال التغيير الاجتماعي المثمر . لكن إذا لم تنجح هذه المجموعة في تحقيق تغيير اجتماعي بناء ، أو اذا عجز المجتمع عن أن يوفر لهم الموارد الضرورية لتحقيق النجاح ، فهناك احتمال قوي ان ينضموا لصفوف المحبطين من المستقبل أو يصبحوا عنصراً مثيراً للقلاقل الاجتماعية
James M. Canton (The Extreme Future: The Top Trends That Will Reshape the World for the Next 5, 10, and 20 Years)
مهارات الاستعداد للمستقبل : وجهة نظر ايجابية عن المستقبل - الارتباط بالاسرة و الجماعة و الالتزام بالقيم . - مستوى تعليم اعلى . - اكتساب العلم و المهارات التكنولوجية . - مهارات الوعي المالي و ادارة النقود الشخصية
James M. Canton (The Extreme Future: The Top Trends That Will Reshape the World for the Next 5, 10, and 20 Years)
رواد المستقبل هم زعماء و قادة الغد ، و مبتكرو و مكتشفو المستقبل . قد يلدون الآخرين في النهاية الى الطريق الذي يحاكي سلوكهم و تحقيقهم للنجاح . انهم الاكثر استعداداً للمستقبل و الأكثر مرونة . من المقدر لهذه المجموعة ان تكون المساهم المنتج في المجتمع و في الوقت نفسه تحقق الإشباع الفردي
James M. Canton (The Extreme Future: The Top Trends That Will Reshape the World for the Next 5, 10, and 20 Years)
إن رواد المستقبل طموحون و لديهم وجهة نظر ايجابية تجاه المستقبل . إنهم موجهون الى الهدف ، و تمثل التكنولوجيا حافزاً لهم ، و هم ماديون جداً . و بلغة المقاييس التقليدية للنجاح المجتمعي ، فإنهم الأكثر استعداداً لمواجهة تحديات المستقبل . إنهم على الأرجح يرغبون في الثروة كهدف أساسي ، و يعتقدون أنهم سيحصلون في المستقبل على وظائف تدفع لهم قدراً كبيراً من المال . لكن مستقبلهم المهني لا يتعلق بالمال و النجاح فقط ، إذ يعتقدون على الأرجح ان سيكون لديهم عمل يثير اهتمامهم و يحدث فرقاً في المجتمع
James M. Canton (The Extreme Future: The Top Trends That Will Reshape the World for the Next 5, 10, and 20 Years)
Permítanme pensar que yo también muero para que esta México nuevo, fuerte y libre, pueda nacer.
Wilberto Cantón (Nosotros Somos DOS: Pieza en DOS Actos (Spanish Edition))
Supongo que hay una parte de mi que nunca se rindió. Que nunca lo hará. No me importa cuánto tuvimos que esperar, no me importa lo que tuvimos que pasar para llegar hasta aquí. Te amo. Toda mi vida, solo te he amado a ti.
Viv Daniels (One & Only (Canton, #1))
cantonment in the United States, and was considered
Jean Edward Smith (Eisenhower in War and Peace)
officiers – le MFS constitue la branche chrétienne des forces armées du " canton " de la Djézireh (nord-est de la Syrie), dont l'autonomie a été proclamée en  2013 malgré la présence, encore très visible par endroits, du régime
Anonymous
Midnight Mass was required, and at Saint Aloysius, it lasted ninety minutes. Because the church was crowded with what Mother called “one timers” who attended Mass only on Christmas Eve, we arrived at 11:00 p.m. to get a seat near the front. The church was splendidly decorated. Poinsettias bloomed everywhere, huge wreaths and sprigs of holly tied with red bows hung on every pillar, potent incense enveloped us, and six tall candles burning on the main altar lighted our way out of the long, cold darkness. Carols sung from the choir loft filled the church and evoked the sensuous beauty and mystery of this holy night. While other children chatted with friends and showed off their holiday apparel, My PareNTs, gail aNd i, Mara aNd NiCho- las; ChrisTMas, 1974; CaNToN, ohio I sat quietly, awaiting the chimes that announced the first minutes of Christmas and heralded the solemn service: the priest’s white and gold vestments, his ritualized gestures, the Latin prayers, the incense, the communion service with the transfigured bread and wine, and the priest’s blessings from the high altar that together
Michael Shurgot (Could You Be Startin' From Somewhere Else?: Sketches From Buffalo And Beyond)
Contrary to the general picture of the decline of Asia and the rise of the West, the Chinese economy was buoyant in the eighteenth century, developing its own local variations and with trade links across Southeast Asia. Silk, porcelain and tea from China continued to be in great demand in Europe (and in the American colonies) even though in 1760 the Chinese confined all Western traders to the port city of Canton. Tribute-paying neighbours as near as Burma, Nepal and Vietnam (and as far away as Java) upheld Beijing’s solipsistic view that the Chinese emperor, presiding over the central kingdom of the world, had the right to rule ‘all under heaven.
Pankaj Mishra (From the Ruins of Empire: The Revolt Against the West and the Remaking of Asia)
Over the previous 150 years, the border areas of Eupen and St Vith had moved back and forth between France, Prussia, Belgium and Germany, depending on the fortunes of war. In the Belgian elections of April 1939, more than 45 per cent of those in the mainly German-speaking ‘eastern cantons’ voted for the Heimattreue Front which wanted the area reincorporated into the Reich. But
Antony Beevor (Ardennes 1944: The Battle of the Bulge)
I'm Dr. Canton. As you know, most of the population has been wiped out by an unknown virus. Now that an acceptable waiting period has passed since the last known case, it's time for you to fulfill your purpose...." "You will take the van behind me to the next rendezvous point in St. Louis, Missouri. ... "Each of you has been trained for a specific function during your time here. Your survival will depend on it.
Suzannah Daniels (Vampire's Bane (Vampire's Bane, #1))
OBIT FOR THE CREATOR OF MAD LIBS On Tuesday, in Canton, Connecticut, a town famous for the stickiness of its boogers, a stinky old man died of a good disease at his home at 345 Rotten Lane. Mr. Preston Wirtz, whose parents, Ida and Goober, ran a small jelly farm, died in his yellowish toilet. Mr. Wirtz was hated in Uzbekistan for the series of wordplay books he created for slippery children, books known far and wide as “Mad Libs,” beloved by hairy grumps and farty grampas alike. These books were never appreciated by tall elves, selling over two per year for one decade. When asked to describe Mr. Wirtz, his jealous wife, wearing nothing but an egg carton and flip-flops, called him “in a nutshell, the most sour-smelling, bacon-licking, pimple-footed crab-apple I have ever known. I will never always miss him and his broken underwear.” Then she cried herself to sleep in her fart-house.
Bob Odenkirk (A Load of Hooey)
Leo Schelbert was taken by the book spruchreif – Zeitzeuginnen aus dem Kanton Schwyz erzählen (ready to be told – Witnesses of Their Times from Canton Schwyz Tell Their Story)
Susann Bosshard (Westward: Encounters with Swiss American Women)
Il giorno dopo la sentenza gli confessai che ero arrivato al punto di voler abbandonare l'avvocatura. Una delle ragioni per le quali quella professione mi aveva sempre affascinato era la libertà intellettuale che mi appariva concessa al difensore. Mentre invece quest'ultima vicenda mi aveva dimostrato che l'avvocato non solo deve spesso abbracciare tesi a cui non crede ma addirittura deve arrivare a sostenerle contro la propria coscienza. E questa, mi resi conto, era una condizione che davvero non era fatta per me.
Raffaele Cantone (Solo per giustizia)
Those ladies Mary saw about the cantonment were mostly very beautiful, but had strangely expressionless faces even when deep in conversation.
Elizabeth Darrell (Forget the Glory)
He found a middle-aged peasant — Antón Savélieff — sitting on a small eminence outside the village and reading a book of psalms. The peasant hardly knew how to spell in Old Slavonic, and often he would read a book from the last page, turning the pages backward; it was the process of reading which he liked most, and then a word would strike him, and its repetition pleased him. He was reading now a psalm of which each verse began with the word ’rejoice.’ ‘What are you reading?’ he was asked. ‘Well, father, I will tell you,’ was his reply. ‘Fourteen years ago the old prince came here. It was in the winter. I had just returned home, quite frozen. A snowstorm was raging. I had scarcely begun undressing when we heard a knock at the window: it was the elder, who was shouting, “Go to the prince! He wants you!” We all — my wife and our children — were thunder-stricken. “What can he want of you?” my wife cried in alarm. I signed myself with the cross and went; the snowstorm almost blinded me as I crossed the bridge. Well, it ended all right. The old prince was taking his afternoon sleep, and when he woke up he asked me if I knew plastering work, and only told me, “Come tomorrow to repair the plaster in that room.” So I went home quite happy, and when I came to the bridge I found my wife standing there. She had stood there all the time in the snowstorm, with the baby in her arms, waiting for me. “What has happened, Savélich?” she cried. “Well,” I said, “no harm; he only asked me to make some repairs,” That, father, was under the old prince. And now, the young prince came here the other day. I went to see him, and found him in the garden, at the tea table, in the shadow of the house; you, father, sat with him, and the elder of the canton, with his mayor’s chain upon his breast. “Will you have tea, Savélich?” he asks me. “Take a chair. Petr Grigórieff” — he says that to the old one — “give us one more chair.” And Petr Grigórieff — you know what a terror for us he was when he was the manager of the old prince — brought the chair, and we all sat round the tea table, talking, and he poured out tea for all of us. Well, now, father, the evening is so beautiful, the balm comes from the prairies, and I sit and read, “Rejoice! Rejoice!”’ This is what the abolition of serfdom meant for the peasants.
Pyotr Kropotkin (Memoirs of a Revolutionist)
The basic fact was that the opium poppy grew very well in British India, which otherwise was a spectacularly unprofitable colonial venture (and which, without the rich profits from the Canton tea trade to offset its losses and debts, would likely have bankrupted the East India Company).
Stephen R. Platt (Imperial Twilight: Shortlisted for the Baillie Gifford Prize, 2018)
What they do not have is a large central government, or what the common discourse describes as “the” government— what governs them is entirely bottom-up, municipal of sorts, regional entities called cantons, near-sovereign mini-states united in a confederation. There is plenty of volatility, with enmities between residents that stay at the level of fights over water fountains or other such uninspiring debates. This is not necessarily pleasant, since neighbors are transformed into busybodies— this is a dictatorship from the bottom, not from the top, but a dictatorship nevertheless. But this bottom-up form of dictatorship provides protection against the romanticism of utopias, since no big ideas can be generated in such an unintellectual atmosphere— it suffices to spend some time in cafés in the old section of Geneva, particularly on a Sunday afternoon, to understand that the process is highly unintellectual, devoid of any sense of the grandiose, even downright puny [....]. But the system produces stability— boring stability— at every possible level.
Nassim Nicholas Taleb
To hell with the Cantons. I’d let you put it in my butt if you took me back to the hotel.
Kim Jones (That Guy)
The rising prosperity of the Muslim elites was accompanied by a growth in slavery. Military campaigns in India reduced thousands of Hindus to slavery. In sub-Saharan Africa, local elites enslaved other Africans for sale and, as Muslim customs gained influence, for their own use. By modern estimates, sub-Saharan and Red Sea traders sold about 2.5 million enslaved Africans to Muslim buyers in northern Africa and the rest of the Muslim world between 1200 and 1500, though no figures are reliable. African slaves reached China by at least the seventh century, and by the twelfth century some wealthy people of Canton had black slaves. Some wealthy Muslim men aspired to having a concubine from every part of the known world. One Indian noble reportedly kept 2,000 harem slaves, including women from Turkey and China.15
Cynthia Stokes Brown (Big History: From the Big Bang to the Present)
So where are they going?” “Well, I heard that Noel got a job at some hospital in Ohio. Columbus or Canton or maybe Cleveland. All those Cs in Ohio, it’s confusing. Come to think of it, I think it’s Cincinnati. Another C. A soft C they call it, right?” “Right. Have the Wheelers moved out there already?” “No, I don’t think so. Okay, Talia told me—do you know Talia Norwich? Nice woman? Daughter’s name is Allie? A little overweight? Anyway, Talia said that she heard that they were staying at a Marriott Courtyard until they could relocate.” Bingo. Wendy
Harlan Coben (Caught)
Susan Margaret Collins was born on December 7, 1952 in Caribou, Maine and is presently the senior United States Senator from Maine. Senator Collins has served in the Senate since 1997 and chaired the Senate Committee on Homeland Security from 2003 to 2007. She now is the Chairwoman of the Senate Special Committee on Aging. Collins is a graduate of St. Lawrence University, a liberal arts college, in Canton, New York. Considered a moderate Republican, she became the only Republican in the U.S. Senate currently representing a state in New England. Her vote was one of three republican votes in the Senate that helped to defeat a bill designed to destroy the Affordable Health Care Program presently in effect. John McCain's heroic stand only mattered because Susan Collins and Lisa Murkowski bravely stood by him! It was their courage that saved health care for approximately 22 million people.
Hank Bracker
There were African slaves in China from at least the seventh century CE, and, Wolf reports, “by 1119 most of the wealthy people of Canton were said to have possessed Black slaves.
David Christian (Maps of Time: An Introduction to Big History (California World History Library Book 2))
At first glance the Bible appeared to be a collection of unrelated books of history, poetry, rituals, philosophy, biography, and prophecy held together only by a binder’s stitch and glue. But I only had to read Genesis 11 and 12 to realize that seemingly unrelated and different books of the Bible had a clear plot, a thread that tied together all the books, as well as the Old and the New Testaments. Sin had brought a curse upon all the nations of the earth. God called Abraham to follow him because he wanted to bless all the nations of the earth through Abraham’s descendants.6 It didn’t take long to realize that God’s desire to bless human beings begins in the very first chapter of Genesis and culminates in the last chapter of the last book with a grand vision of healing for all nations.7 The implication was obvious: The Bible was claiming that I should read it because it was written to bless my nation and me. The revelation that God wanted to bless my nation of India amazed me. I realized it was a prediction I could test. It would confirm or deny the Bible’s reliability. If the Bible is God’s word, then had he kept this word? Had he blessed “all the nations of the earth”? Had my country been blessed by the children of Abraham? If so, that would be a good reason for me, an Indian, to check out this book. My investigation of whether God had truly blessed India through the Bible yielded incredible discoveries: the university where I was studying, the municipality and democracy I lived in, the High Court behind my house and the legal system it represented, the modern Hindi that I spoke as my mother tongue, the secular newspaper for which I had begun to write, the army cantonment west of the road I lived on, the botanical garden to the east, the public library near our garden, the railway lines that intersected in my city, the medical system I depended on, the Agricultural Institute across town—all of these came to my city because some people took the Bible seriously.
Vishal Mangalwadi (The Book that Made Your World: How the Bible Created the Soul of Western Civilization)
Growing up, I had three amazing dogs with distinct personalities. One of them was a randy mid-sized German spitz called Snoopy, father to countless puppies within a one- mile radius of our home in the cantonment. No lock could keep Snoopy in, no wall was too high. In the summer months, he slept besides his knell in the garden. His nocturnal rendezvous became the talk of town when he snuck into a fellow officer’s garden to sow his wild oats with Debbie the Doberman, who was twice his size. Snoopy was as unapologetic as my mother was embarrassed when the offi cer’s wife came home. She feared for Snoopy’s life, she told my mother diplomatically.
Nidhie Sharma (INVICTUS)
Army Brat: an acronym for Born, raised and transferred. Brats, irreverent, sometimes more reckless than courageous and unabashedly basking in the reflected glory and adoration our fathers deservedly received. But mostly we were gypsies--agile quick-witted and tough bunch of youngsters growing up in a world that barricaded the rest of the universe out and kept us cocooned within ours. The brats moved every two years across the country, from one cantonment to another, inadvertently learning to adapt and engage faster than their 'civilian' counterparts changed their iphones. Resilience was a byproduct of this lifestyle. Our wings were our roots. And those wings had brought my father to Tawang, a sensitive military base near out border with China.
Nidhie Sharma (INVICTUS)
Ryan Steck Canton's full names are Ryan Lee Steck. He is a 45-year-old male who has worked in the automotive industry his whole life. (If you continue to think they way you've always thought, you'll continue to get what you've always got.)
Ryan Steck Canton Illinois
Less than two weeks after his departure from Canton, Bob Irwin would go from utter obscurity to nationwide notoriety. Izzy Demsky would always remember that tumultuous time in the life of the normally sleepy little college town. Twenty years later—long after he had changed his name to Kirk Douglas and achieved his own, far greater renown as one of Hollywood’s biggest stars—he would conjure up memories of his old college friend while making Lust for Life, the biopic of Vincent van Gogh that earned Douglas one of his three Best Actor Oscar nominations. “I felt sorry for him, a talented artist at the mercy of incomprehensible forces,” Douglas would write. “When I thought of Van Gogh, I thought of Bob Irwin.”7
Harold Schechter (The Mad Sculptor: The Maniac, the Model, and the Murder that Shook the Nation)
In Athens she was called Amarusia --that is, "The Mother of gracious acceptance." In Rome she was called "Bona Dea," "the good goddess," the mysteries of this goddess being celebrated by women with peculiar secrecy. In India the goddess Lakshmi, "the Mother of the Universe," the consort of Vishnu, is represented also as possessing the most gracious and genial disposition; and that disposition is indicated in the same way as in the case of the Babylonian goddess. "In the festivals of Lakshmi," says Coleman, "no sanguinary sacrifices are offered." In China, the great gods, on whom the final destinies of mankind depend, are held up to the popular mind as objects of dread; but the goddess Kuanyin, "the goddess of mercy," whom the Chinese of Canton recognise as bearing an analogy to the Virgin of Rome, is described as looking with an eye of compassion on the guilty, and interposing to save miserable souls even from torments to which in the world of spirits they have been doomed.
Alexander Hislop (The Two Babylons)
And if the climate in New England might be too cold for the comfort of an elderly Chinese businessman who had spent his life in subtropical Canton, Forbes suggested he could look into buying property in Florida, or in the Caribbean, “where the climate is beautiful, and where for a small sum you could buy as much land as is covered by Canton.” Houqua could live there however he pleased; he would have his own Canton, on his own terms. John said he would relish the chance to sail down from Massachusetts to visit him. Maybe he would come every winter. Houqua died on September 4, 1843, never having gotten the letter.
Stephen R. Platt (Imperial Twilight: Shortlisted for the Baillie Gifford Prize, 2018)
The wish of the population was to be quit of the royal intendants and to administer itself by localities. The Constituent Assembly gave it a parent satisfaction by entrusting all departments of government to elected local assemblies. But simultaneously, it destroyed just those historical units which had the ability and the will to govern themselves. The geometrical intelligence of Sieyes conceived the idea of cutting up the country into twenty-four equal rectangles, themselves divided into nine equal communes, which, by the same infantile geometry, spawned nine cantons each. Though this crazy plan was not followed through, it remained at the ideal of the creators of the “departements.” It was safe enough after that to give these artificial creations an autonomous existence! As though there were danger of such as they feeling the breath of life under as though they were danger of such as a feeling the breath of a life on their own!
Bertrand De Jouvenel (ON POWER: The Natural History of Its Growth)
Io penso che la vita e il karma non siano per forza amici inseparabili. La vita capita e noi ci facciamo quello che crediamo sia meglio per noi. A volte prendiamo delle cantonate terribili però... Altre, invece, saliamo in corsa si un treno che stava già partendo e che tuttavia ci porterà in un posto meraviglioso.
Sara Rattaro (Una felicità semplice)
Why did you come back?” she asked. “You hate them as much as I do.” There was no point denying it. “Because it’s home,” I said simply. It wasn’t true, but it could have been. Most people find it hard to abandon the country of their birth. “For better or worse,” she murmured. I was lying when I said I’d come back to Germany because it was home, but this house of theirs feels increasingly like one. I’ve lived in many places over the years, and some of them—the Hotel Lux in Moscow; sundry lodgings in Canton, Sofia, and Rio—have come to feel like somewhere I belonged. We all used to say that the party was our real home, but it isn’t. Those who work in the Comintern’s external sections spend most of their time as cuckoos in others’ nests. I’m a cuckoo in this house, of course. One who feels more and more at home in his foreign nest. Maybe all cuckoos are prone to this delusion, but I should know better.
David Downing (Diary of a Dead Man on Leave)
South Dakota boosters had unsuccessfully tried to make a case for moving the U.S. capital from Washington DC to South Dakota, citing the latter’s balmy weather and gentle Chinook winds as healthier than Washington’s humid atmosphere.
Carla Joinson (Vanished in Hiawatha: The Story of the Canton Asylum for Insane Indians)
South Dakota boosters had unsuccessfully tried to make a case for moving the U.S. capital from Washington DC to South Dakota, citing the latter’s balmy weather and gentle Chinook winds as healthier than Washington’s humid atmosphere.30 Anyone who believed them would have frozen to death after stepping off the train into a howling fifty-mile-an-hour wind in a South Dakota blizzard, but few Washington lawmakers believed every word coming from their compatriots. They declined to consider the proposition.
Carla Joinson (Vanished in Hiawatha: The Story of the Canton Asylum for Insane Indians)
Domaine de Canton
Boo Walker (A Marriage Well Done (Red Mountain Chronicles, #0.5))
Italians were confined to the district by a combination of illiteracy and the constant tribute demanded by their wayward countrymen. It was a ghetto ruled by the Black Hand, a criminal organization with roots in Sicily. And though the mobsters carried black-handled revolvers as they conducted business in the neighborhood, the name Black Hand originated in the old country. Mob activity flourished during that era. A train of organized corruption ran from Cleveland to Canton to Steubenville. Cherry Street was the center of the Canton action, an avenue where racketeering joints and roving prostitutes vied for the same souls as St. Anthony’s Catholic Church.
Raymond Arroyo (Mother Angelica: The Remarkable Story of a Nun, Her Nerve, and a Network of Miracles)
Nevertheless, such powerful and widely read depictions of opium’s power to consume a man and ruin his life did not impinge in any direct way on the brute fact of the foreign traffic at Canton, by which certain countrymen of the horrified readers of De Quincey’s accounts—respectable ones, no less—were by the early 1830s pouring that very same drug into China in amounts totaling more than two and a half million pounds by weight each year. But that was happening far away, halfway around the world.
Stephen R. Platt (Imperial Twilight: The Opium War and the End of China's Last Golden Age)
and balance their interests. Of course, except for the romanticized examples of remote Swiss cantons and ancient Greek city-states, the founders had no examples of effective republican rule to draw on in framing their governments. They dreamed of creating something better in the New World than the monarchies
Edward J. Larson (The Return of George Washington: Uniting the States, 1783-1789)
« Lei ha letto l’,Ulysses di James Joyce? », lo interruppi furibondo, « lei sa chi è Joyce? » « Ho letto tutto quello che riguarda l’Odissea », rispose Rheingold in tono profondamente offeso, « ma lei... ». « Ebbene », proseguii con rabbia, « Joyce anche lui interpretò l’Odissea alla maniera moderna... e nell’opera di modernizzazione, ossia di avvilimento, di riduzione, di profanazione andò molto piú lontano di lei, caro Rheingold... Fece di Ulisse un cornuto, un onanista, un fannullone, un velleitario, un incapace; e di Penelope un’emerita puttana... e Eolo diventò la redazione di un giornale, la discesa agli inferi il funerale di un compagno di ribotte, Circe la visita ad un bordello, e il ritorno ad Itaca il ritorno a casa, a notte alta, per le vie di Dublino, non senza una sosta per pisciare ad un cantone... ma almeno Joyce ebbe l’avvertenza di lasciare stare il Mediterraneo, il mare, il sole, il cielo, le terre inesplorate dell’antichità... Mise tutto quanto per le strade fangose di una città del nord, nelle taverne, nei bordelli, nelle camere da letto, nei cessi... Niente sole niente mare, niente cielo... tutto moderno, ossia tutto abbassato, avvilito, ridotto alla nostra miserabile statura... Lei, invece, questa discrezione di Joyce non ce l’ha... e io allora, le ripteo, tra lei e Battista, preferisco Battista con tutta la sua cartapesta... Sí, preferisco Battista... Lei ha voluto sapere perché non voglio fare questa sceneggiatura... ora lo sa. »
Alberto Moravia (IL Disprezzo. Opere Complete Vol. VIII)
In 1957, the then-emperor, Qianlong, who ruled China for sixty years (1736-95) and is often referred to as 'Qianlong the Magnificent' for his achievements, closed the door of the country, leaving only one port open for trade, Canton.
Jung Chang (Empress Dowager Cixi: The Concubine Who Launched Modern China)
The canton of Uri, the place of the birth and residence of William Tell, shook off the yoke of Austria in 1308, and, with Schwitz and Underwald, laid the foundation of the perpetual alliance of the cantons, in 1315. The canton consists only of villages and little towns or bourgades, and the whole is divided into ten genossamen, or inferior communities. It has no city. Altdorf, where the general assemblies are held, and the Land-Amman and regency reside, is the principal village.
John Adams (A Defense of the Constitution of Government of the United States of America)
The canton of Schwitz has the honor of giving the name to the whole confederation, because the first battle for independency was fought there; yet it consists only of villages divided into six quarters, the first of which is Schwitz, where the ordinary regency of the country resides. The sovereign is the whole country; that is to say, the sovereignty resides in the general assembly of the country, where all the males of sixteen years of age have a right of entry and suffrage.
John Adams (A Defense of the Constitution of Government of the United States of America)
The drive to Canton was uneventful, and when I walked into the store of my cell phone carrier, I handed the phone to the teenager behind the desk. “Whoa, what happened here?” “It got run over by an Amish buggy,” I said forlornly. He whistled. “Bummer, but it’s not the first time I’ve heard that one.
Amanda Flower (Toxic Toffee (Amish Candy Shop Mystery #4))
A school bus is many things. A school bus is a substitute for a limousine. More class. A school bus is a classroom with a substitute teacher. A school bus is the students' version of a teachers' lounge. A school bus is the principal's desk. A school bus is the nurse's cot. A school bus is an office with all the phones ringing. A school bus is a command center. A school bus is a pillow fort that rolls. A school bus is a tank reshaped- hot dogs and baloney are the same meat. A school bus is a science lab- hot dogs and baloney are the same meat. A school bus is a safe zone. A school bus is a war zone. A school bus is a concert hall. A school bus is a food court. A school bus is a court of law, all judges, all jury. A school bus is a magic show full of disappearing acts. Saw someone in half. Pick a card, any card. Pass it on to the person next to you. He like you. She like you. K-i-s-s-i . . . s-s-i-p-p-i is only funny on a school bus. A school bus is a stage. A school bus is a stage play. A school bus is a spelling bee. A speaking bee. A get your hand out of my face bee. A your breath smell like sour turnips bee. A you don't even know what a turnip bee is. A maybe not, but I know what a turn up is and your breath smell all the way turnt up bee. A school bus is a bumblebee, buzzing around with a bunch of stingers on the inside of it. Windows for wings that flutter up and down like the windows inside Chinese restaurants and post offices in neighborhoods where school bus is a book of stamps. Passing mail through windows. Notes in the form of candy wrappers telling the street something sweet came by. Notes in the form of sneaky middle fingers. Notes in the form of fingers pointing at the world zooming by. A school bus is a paintbrush painting the world a blurry brushstroke. A school bus is also wet paint. Good for adding an extra coat, but it will dirty you if you lean against it, if you get too comfortable. A school bus is a reclining chair. In the kitchen. Nothing cool about it but makes perfect sense. A school bus is a dirty fridge. A school bus is cheese. A school bus is a ketchup packet with a tiny hole in it. Left on the seat. A plastic fork-knife-spoon. A paper tube around a straw. That straw will puncture the lid on things, make the world drink something with some fizz and fight. Something delightful and uncomfortable. Something that will stain. And cause gas. A school bus is a fast food joint with extra value and no food. Order taken. Take a number. Send a text to the person sitting next to you. There is so much trouble to get into. Have you ever thought about opening the back door? My mother not home till five thirty. I can't. I got dance practice at four. A school bus is a talent show. I got dance practice right now. On this bus. A school bus is a microphone. A beat machine. A recording booth. A school bus is a horn section. A rhythm section. An orchestra pit. A balcony to shot paper ball three-pointers from. A school bus is a basketball court. A football stadium. A soccer field. Sometimes a boxing ring. A school bus is a movie set. Actors, directors, producers, script. Scenes. Settings. Motivations. Action! Cut. Your fake tears look real. These are real tears. But I thought we were making a comedy. A school bus is a misunderstanding. A school bus is a masterpiece that everyone pretends to understand. A school bus is the mountain range behind Mona Lisa. The Sphinx's nose. An unknown wonder of the world. An unknown wonder to Canton Post, who heard bus riders talk about their journeys to and from school. But to Canton, a school bus is also a cannonball. A thing that almost destroyed him. Almost made him motherless.
Jason Reynolds (Look Both Ways: A Tale Told in Ten Blocks)
James Jackson of Georgia argued that "the people of America would never consent to be deprived of the privilege of carrying arms. Tho it may prove burdensome to some individuals to be obliged to arm themselves, yet it would not be so considered when the advantages were justly estimated." He noted some positive historical examples: The Swiss cantons owed their emancipation to their militia establishment—The English cities rendered themselves formidable to the Barons, by putting arms into the hands of their militia—and when the militia united with the Barons, they extorted Magna Charta from King John—In France we recently see the same salutary effects from arming the militia—In England, the militia has of late been neglected—the consequence is a standing army . . . . In a Republic every man ought to be a soldier, and be prepared to resist tyranny and usurpation, as well as invasion, and to prevent the greatest of all evils—a standing army.
Stephen P. Halbrook (The Founders' Second Amendment: Origins of the Right to Bear Arms)
The success of “Batman” gave the studio executives a feeling of invincibility. They asked themselves if the movie owed its success to Guber and Peters after all, or if it had really been the star, Jack Nicholson, who’d made it work, or Mark Canton, the chief production executive of Warner Bros.
Julie Salamon (The Devil's Candy: The Anatomy Of A Hollywood Fiasco)