E+r=o Quotes

Gazzy: Captain, like the captain of a ship. And then Terror, you know, T-E-R-O-R.

In the pain, I imagine bliss. My thoughts are like wind, rushing, curling into the depths of myself, expelling, dispelling darkness. I imagine love, I imagine wind, I imagine gold hair and green eyes and whispers, laughter I imagine Me extraordinary, unbroken the girl who shocked herself by surviving, the girl who loved herself through learning, the girl who respected her skin, understood her worth, found her strength s t r o n g s t r o n g e r strongest Imagine me master of my own universe I am everything I ever dreamed of

Right then," Campbell began, his tone so civil it was offensive. "May I have your name for the record, Miss...?" "Eliza Braun," Eliza sneered. "Here, I'll spell it for you -- B-U-G-G-E-R-O-F-F.

In the darkness, I imagine light. … In the pain, I imagine bliss. … I imagine love, I imagine wind, I imagine gold hair and green eyes and whispers, laughter I imagine Me extraordinary, unbroken the girl who shocked herself by surviving, the girl who loved herself through learning, the girl who respected her skin, understood her worth, found her strength s t r o n g s t r o n g e r strongest Imagine me master of my own universe I am everything I ever dreamed of

Taking her slick palm, he flattened it once more. And then with his free hand, he signed against her skin in slow, precise positions: L.O.V.E.U.4.E.V.E.R

How about: Society Of Cool, Constantly Energetic Runners. S.O.C.C.E.R.

M-O-T-H-E-R "M" is for the million things she gave me, "O" means only that she's growing old, "T" is for the tears she shed to save me, "H" is for her heart of purest gold; "E" is for her eyes, with love-light shining, "R" means right, and right she'll always be, Put them all together, they spell "MOTHER," A word that means the world to me.

Using your fire to ignite someone else's, Will not dim your light... It will illuminate the room & you will shine, T O G E T H E R.

V-e-r-y s-l-o-w-l-y, David explained that without slates on the roof, the rain would get in. In their way, they were just as important as walls. Dr. Moberley asked David if he was afraid of the rain getting in. David told him that he didn't like getting wet. It wasn't so bad outside, especially if you were dressed for it, but most people didn't dress for rain indoors.

Even Magic has its limits' -Malcolm from TRIO Book one "Heroes

THE COLONIES OF AMERICA C L O U D . M E D I T E C H . D E S C O N . E V E R G R E E N A FREE STATE IS A CORPORATE STATE   Abruptly

False friends! O, I could eat their hearts with garlic.

It is a wonder, O Juss, that thou shouldst hold out to such mucky dogs a hand without a whip in it.

Where were all heroical parts but in Helteranius? and a man might make a garment for the moon sooner than fit the o'erleaping actions of great Jalcanaius, who now leaveth but his body to bedung that earth that was lately shaken at his terror. I have waded in red blood to the knee; and in this hour, in my old years, the world is become for me a vision only and a mock-show.

S-A-T-O-R A-R-E-P-O T-E-N-E-T O-P-E-R-A R-O-T-A-S The palindrome means something like “The farmer Arepo works with his plow,” with rotas, literally “wheels,” referring to the back-and-forth motion that plows make as they till. This “magic square” has delighted enigmatologists for centuries ... The magic square also reportedly kept away the devil, who traditionally (so said the church) got confused when he read palindromes.

here in the dark, dusty corners of my mind I feel a strange relief. I am always welcome here in my l o n e l i n e s s , in my s a d n e s s in this abyss, there is a rhythm I remember. The steady drop of tears, the temptation to retreat, the shadow of my past the life I choose to forget has not w i l l n e v e r e v e r f o r g e t me

I imagine love, I imagine wind, I imagine gold hair and green eyes and whispers, laughter I imagine Me extraordinary, unbroken the girl who shocked herself by surviving, the girl who loved herself through learning, the girl who respected her skin, understood her worth, found her strength s t r o n g s t r o n g e r strongest Imagine me master of my own universe I am everything I ever dreamed of

What name shall we give it which hath no name, the common eternal matter of the mind? If we were to call it essence, some might think it meant perfume, or gold, or honey. It is not even mind. It is not even discussible, groupable into words; it is not even endless, in fact it is not even mysterious or inscrutably inexplicable; it is what is; it is that; it is this. We could easily call the golden eternity "This." But "what's in a name?" asked Shakespeare. The golden eternity by another name would be as sweet. A Tathagata, a God, a Buddha by another name, an Allah, a Sri Krishna, a Coyote, a Brahma, a Mazda, a Messiah, an Amida, an Aremedeia, a Maitreya, a Palalakonuh, 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 would be as sweet. The golden eternity is X, the golden eternity is A, the golden eternity is /\, the golden eternity is O, the golden eternity is [ ], the golden eternity is t-h-e-g-o-l-d-e-n-e-t-e-r-n-i-t-y. In the beginning was the word; before the beginning, in the beginningless infinite neverendingness, was the essence. Both the word "god" and the essence of the word, are emptiness. The form of emptiness which is emptiness having taken the form of form, is what you see and hear and feel right now, and what you taste and smell and think as you read this. Wait awhile, close your eyes, let your breathing stop three seconds or so, listen to the inside silence in the womb of the world, let your hands and nerve-ends drop, re-recognize the bliss you forgot, the emptiness and essence and ecstasy of ever having been and ever to be the golden eternity. This is the lesson you forgot.

While they rested, beholding where the beast mantichora lay in his blood, Juss spake and said, “It is to be said of thee, O Brandoch Daha, that thou today hast done both the worst and the best. The worst, when thou wast so stubborn set to fare upon this climb which hath come within a little of spilling both thee and me. The best, whenas thou didst smite off his tail. Was that by policy or by chance?” “Why,” said he, “I was never so poor a man of my hands that I need turn braggart. ’Twas handiest to my sword, and it disliked me to see it wagging.

Squeers. 'We go upon the practical mode of teaching, Nickleby; the regular education system. C-l-e-a- n, clean, verb active, to make bright, to scour. W-i-n, win, d-e-r, der, winder, a casement. When the boy knows this out of book, he goes and does it. It's just the same principle as the use of the globes. Where's the second boy?' 'Please, sir, he's weeding the garden,' replied a small voice. 'To be sure,' said Squeers, by no means disconcerted. 'So he is. B-o-t, bot, t-i-n, tin, bottin, n-e-y, ney, bottinney, noun substantive, a knowledge of plants.

I sware unto you my furtherance if I prevailed. But now is mine army passed away as wax wasteth before the fire, and I wait the dark ferryman who tarrieth for no man. Yet, since never have I wrote mine obligations in sandy but in marble memories, and since victory is mine, receive these gifts: and first thou, O Brandoch Daha, my sword, since before thou wast of years eighteen thou wast accounted the mightiest among men-at-arms. Mightily may it avail thee, as me in time gone by. And unto thee, O Spitfire, I give this cloak. Old it is, yet may it stand thee in good stead, since this virtue it hath that he who weareth it shall not fall alive into the hand of his enemies. Wear it for my sake. But unto thee, O Juss, give I no gift, for rich thou art of all good gifts: only my good will give I unto thee, ere earth gape for me." ... So they fared back to the spy-fortalice, and night came down on the hills. A great wind moaning out of the hueless west tore the clouds as a ragged garment, revealing the lonely moon that fled naked betwixt them. As the Demons looked backward in the moonlight to where Zeldornius stood gazing on the dead, a noise as of thunder made the firm land tremble and drowned the howling of the wind. And they beheld how earth gaped for Zeldornius.

But Brandoch Daha laughed, and answered him, “To nought else may I liken thee, O Juss, but to the sparrow-camel. To whom they said, ‘Fly,’ and it answered, ‘I cannot, for I am a camel’; and when they said, ‘Carry,’ it answered, ‘I cannot, for I am a bird.’ ” “Wilt thou egg me on so much?” said Juss. “Ay,” said Brandoch Daha, “if thou wilt be assish.” “Wilt thou quarrel?” said Juss. “Thou knowest me,” said Brandoch Daha. “Well,” said Juss, “thy counsel hath been right once and saved us, for nine times that it hath been wrong, and my counsel saved thee from an evil end. If ill behap us, it shall be set down that it had from thy peevish will original.

What name shall we give it which hath no name, the common eternal matter of the mind? If we were to call it essence, some might think it meant perfume, or gold, or honey. It is not even mind. It is not even discussible, groupable into words; it is not even endless, in fact it is not even mysterious or inscrutably inexplicable; it is what is; it is that; it is this. We could easily call the golden eternity "This." But "what's in a name?" asked Shakespeare. The golden eternity by another name would be as sweet. A Tathagata, a God, a Buddha by another name, an Allah, a Sri Krishna, a Coyote, a Brahma, a Mazda, a Messiah, an Amida, an Aremedeia, a Maitreya, a Palalakonuh, 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 would be as sweet. The golden eternity is X, the golden eternity is A, the golden eternity is /\, the golden eternity is O, the golden eternity is [ ], the golden eternity is t-h-e-g-o-l-d-e-n-e-t-e-r-n-i-t-y. In the beginning was the word; before the beginning, in the beginningless infinite neverendingness, was the essence. Both the word "god" and the essence of the word, are emptiness. The form of emptiness which is emptiness having taken the form of form, is what you see and hear and feel right now, and what you taste and smell and think as you read this. Wait awhile, close your eyes, let your breathing stop three seconds or so, listen to the inside silence in the womb of the world, let your hands and nerve-ends drop, re-recognize the bliss you forgot, the emptiness and essence and ecstasy of ever having been and ever to be the golden eternity. This is the lesson you forgot.

A i Burazer je umro. Kad kažem da je i on umro prosto me dođe sramota, pa i po tome vidim da je smrt bestidna. On grijeha nije imao, a hoće li gore odgovarati zato što je rakiju pio, to ne znam. Bogu, doduše, u početku nije ni na kraj pameti bilo da brani pit, ali kad je nakon šestotina godina uvidio da ljudi kvare rakiju, a rakija ljude, onda je moro. A da Burazer grijeha nije imao sudim po tome što je poštovao »nimet«. A evo kako. Pošao on jedared sa svojim pajdašima na akšamluk. Za one koji ne znaju šta je to akšamluk, a izgleda da to više niko ne zna, moram reći da je to: k a d s u n c e z a đ e k r a j k a k v e v o ­ d e u šu t n j i p i j e n j e r a k i j e u z m e z u. Može se koja i prozboriti, ali samo da bi se šutnja održala.. Svi su, određenu sumu dali »u paj«, ali Burazer nije imao sitnih, pa je ponudio đinar-dva više, što njegovi jarani odlučno odbiše. »Idi«, vele, »vrati se u čaršiju, razmijeni, pa donesi.« A bili su već preko mosta. Burazer se vrati, usitni i jedva ih stigne. To mu je već bilo načelo ćejf. Kupe rakiju, svakom polovka i jedno tridesetoro jaja. »Kako ćemo jaja?«—pitaju. »Sve u čimbur!« — odgovaraju. »Zašto sve u čimbur?«, pita Burazer, »zar nije bolje nešto skuhati?«...»Jok«, odgovaraju, »sve u čimbur.« Uzmu tepsiju, zapale vatru, ubiju tridesetoro jaja, pa onda odu još granja da sakupe, a Burazera ostave da pazi na čimbur. Krivo Burazeru što je moro u čaršiju da sitni novce, a ni oko jaja ga nisu poslušali, pa skine gaće i posere se po sred onog čimbura...»Izašlo«, tvrdio je poslije, »zdravo govno, mogli su ga okružiti, pa ono oko njega baciti, a ostalo pojesti...«Kada su se jarani pomolili i vidjeli šta je bilo s čimburom svima je ono granje poispadalo iz ruku. Uzeli su tepsiju i bacili je u potok. Burazeru su odmah odijelili njegovu polovku i taj dan sa njim nisu pili. — Da si ti kakav čovjek — govorili su — ne bi u nimet nuždu vršio! A Burazer je tvrdio: — Jaje nije nimet, jer je iz kokošije guzice izašlo...

Desp ite the na me , I d o n’ t think Eye b rig ht is a lo tio n a t a ll.It’ s a ve ry t h in , co o l liq u id th a t yo u c a n a p p ly to a co t t o n b a ll o r p a d. Ju st da b it ove r yo u r c lo se d eye s, an d th e y’ ll inst a n t ly fe e l e ne rg ize d a n d a w a k e. Yo u r e ye s will also lo o k b rig h t e r an d le ss pu ffy fo r th e tim e t o o n yo u b e in g , so eve n tho ug h yo u m a y n o t b e a n ea rly b ird , yo u ’ ll lo o k lik e o n e . If yo u e ve r ne e d so m e e xt ra R& R, try so a k in g 2 c o t t o n pa d s in Eye b rig h t an d p la c e th e m ove r yo u r e ye s fo r ab ou t 10 m in u t e s. It ’ s re la xin g a n d so so o t h in g – d e fin it e ly b e t t e r th a n u sin g c u c um b e r slic e s! I th in k t h e Eye b rig h t So o t h in g Eye Lo t io n is a gre a t wa y to aw a k en an d re v it a lize yo u r e ye s un t il th e re st of yo u r b o d y c a n c a t c h u p . Fin d ou t mo re a t lizea rle . c o mi | P a g e

a u t y a n d fa sh io n w o rld fo r h e r st u n n in g lin e o f h a ir a c c e sso rie s. Yo u ’ ve se e n th e m in pra c t ic a lly e ve ry ma g a zin e an d on c o u n t e ss c e le b rit ie s. Wh a t yo u p ro b a b ly d

We will never ask what a book means, as signified or signifier; we will not look for anything to understand i n i t . We will ask what it functions with, i n con­ nection with what other things it does o r does not transmit intensities, i n which o t h e r multiplicities i t s own a r e inserted a n d metamorphosed, and with what bodies without organs it makes its own converge

t e rn a ti v e to s ome o f the o t h e r n ame s for the s u bj e c t of c o m m u n i s m-pro l etariat, m ul t i t ud e , p art-of- n o - p art.

t h e p a�ty i s a c omp l e x , adap t i v e s y s t em. Its e n d i s pro l et arian r e v o ­ l u ti o n , t hat i s , t h e d e s t ru c ti o n o f t h e c ap italis t s y s t em of e x p lo itati o n and e x p ro p r i a ti o n , o f proletari aniza t i on, a n d t h e c r e at i o n o f a mo d e of pro d uc ti o n and dis tr i b u ­ t i o n wh e r e t h e free d e v e l o pme n t o f e a ch i s c omp at i b l e w i th t h e free d e v e l o pme n t o f all. We d o n ' t y e t k n ow h ow we w i l l s truc t u re o u r c ommu n i s t p aity-i n p a1t b e c ause we s t o p p e d thi n k i n g abou t i t, g i v i n g way i n st e ad t o the transi e n c e of i s s ue s , ease o f o n e - clic k n e tworked pol i ti c s , and t h e i l l u s i o n t h a t o u r i n d i v id ual a c ti v i ti e s w o u l d i mman e ntly c o n verge in a p lurality o f p o s t- c ap i talis t prac tic e s of c re at i ng a n d s h aring. B ut we k now t h at we n e e d t o find a mo d e of s truggle that c an s c al e , e n d ure, and c ul ti v ate t h e c o l le c t i v e d e s i re for c o l l e c t i v

Until recently, it was believed that when a baby was born its mind was a clean slate on which its teachers could write its choices and prefe r enc e s . The biologi c a l evidenc e now ava i l abl e , however, shows a somewhat different picture of why we think the way we do. It shows convincingly that it is our hormones and brain wiring that are largely r e s p o n s i b l e f o r o u r a t t i t u d e s , p r e f e r e n c e s a n d behaviour. This means that if boys and girls grew up on a deserted island with no organised society or parents to guide them, girls would still cuddle, touch, make friends and play with dolls, while boys would compete mentally and physically with each other and form groups with a clear hierarchy

Structure of the Calendar When we talk about the Mayan Calendar, we are really talking about two calendars—one that measures ordinary time, and one that measures sacred time. These two calendars interpenetrate in such a way as to integrate and synthesize the secular and sacred dimensions of reality. In this book we shall be primarily concerned with the measure of ritual time, usually called the tzolk’in and sometimes referred to as the Ritual Almanac or Divinatory Almanac. We do not know what the ancient Maya called this ritual or sacred aspect of the Calend a r . M o s t s c h o l a r s u s e t h e Y u c a t e c t e r m t z o l k’i n (f ro m tzol = count and k’in = day, hence "count of days"), but this term may not have been used by the Classic Maya and is in fact based on the equivalent K’iche’ term ch’olq’ij. 1 The tzolk’in is a unique method of reckoning time. It consists of twenty named days combined with thirteen numbers. Each day-name is repeated thirteen times during the Calendar cycle, for a total of 260 days (13 x 20 = 260). The twenty days, with their glyphs, directional correspondences, Mayan names, and some of their most common English meanings, are shown here as “The Names of the Days.

C o n s ume r goo d s are attract i v e a n d p l e a s u rable e n o u g h o n t h e i r o w n witho u t t h e i de o l o g i ­ c al e l emen t ; t h e y don ' t n e e d a d e mo c ra t i c s u p p l eme n t . T h e tre a tme n t o f c o n sume r good s a s markers o f e q u al­ i ty a n d i n d ic ators of d emo c ra c y wa s for the Sov i e t o t h e r b e fore whos e j u dg i n g g a z e t h e U S i m ag in e d i t s e lf. 2 I bi d . , 2 0 4

E V E R Y T H I N G I S E N E R G Y ' 
~ ALBERT EINSTEIN 

' I F E V E R Y T H I N G I S E N E R G Y , W H I C H I T I S – 
T H E N E V E R Y T H I N G I S B E C A U S E O F E N E R G Y ' 
~ SERGE BENHAYON

Imagin i n g i t s e lf i n t h e e y e s o f t h e S o v i e t s , t h e U S n e v e r s ee m ed e qual e n o u g h . S e gregatio n , J i m C row, and s e ve re p o v e rty a p p e ared all the more s hame fu l w h e n p u t i n r e l i e f again s t t h e So vi e t s y s tem's proj e c t o f c o l l ec t i v e own e rs h i p a n d avowal o f e q u ality. O u r b i g g e s t riv al s e e m e d t o b e d o i n g b etter b y i ts c i ti ze n s than w e we r e d o i ng by ours . A k e y i mp u l s e to pro ­ gres s i n c i v i l rig h t s and s o c i al w elfare, t h e n , s temme d from t h e U S gov e rn m e n t's d e s i re n o t to loo k bad w h e n c omp ar e d t o t h e U S S R .

iv el y c al l i ng for t h e r e clamatio n of c o m m u n i s m a s t h e n ame for a rev o l u t i o n ary u n i ve r s a l egali t rui an i s m , B ad i o u i n s i s t s o n a c o m m u n i s m d i s c o n ne c te d from t h e " o u tmo d e d " forms of Party and St at e . Hardt a n d N egri l i kewi s e rej e c t Party and State: "Being commu­ nist means being aga i nst the State . "8 They emp h a s i z e i n s te a d t h e c o n s t i tu e n t p o w e r o f d e s i re a n d t h e affec ­ tiv e , c re ativ e p ro d u c ti v i ty o f t h e mu l t i tu d e a s the c o m m u n i s m u n de r p i n n i n g and e x c e ed i ng c ap itali s m . T h i s i s n o t m y v iew. I agree w i th Bo s t e e l s and Zi z e k t h a t a p o l i t ic s w i t h o u t t h e organi zatio n a l form o f t h e p arty i s a polit i c s wi t h o u t p o l i ti c

M S S S T S C P U E S A L L I A E C E E G P N L D D M Q A C I G U A Q P D T U D S A C C A E U A A Q F L T E I E A P N A E C L S E U A H 0 E E I E E E O O A N P P A A N P X E P S A A E E R E E U E L A N R U E E U N E I U R E R S N R U L E O S N T O O R N I A U S N U I 0 R U S P T N U R E E E M D P C T E T R R S A S R A R R E M I R E E S X T E T M T C A E U T D U M C E I T E T S 0 B R T E T P E C E E E A T E D S G S N B D E M R R A T E T C T E R L T R T 0 E T S E I S L L E E I O T E E E E T E R H S E E O 0 R E A T E I E E N R T S U E E T I 0 E S L R E B E R S R R 0 E U U E U E 0 C R S C 0 T T 0 I I 0 B B 0 L L 0 E E

Consciousness is a much smaller part of our mental l i fe than we are conscious o f, because we cannot be conscious of what we are not conscious of. H ow simple that is to say; how difficult to appreciate! It is like asking a flashlight in a dark room to search around for something that does not have any l ight shining upon it. T he flashlight, since there is l i g ht in whate v er direction it turns, wo u ld have to conclude that there is l ight e v e r ywhe r e. A nd so consciousness can seem to pervade all mentality when actually it does not.

Identify your 70/20/10 (or 60/30/10 depending on risk appetite). Most people know of this allocation from the innovation approach that Eric Schmidt pioneered at Google: 70 percent of time allocated to core business tasks, 20 percent to projects directly related to the core business, and 10 percent dedicated to projects unrelated to the core business.

Advertising is a tax paid for being unremarkable.*” If that is true, then this tax is rising fast, which is good news for the government—not to mention production companies, media sellers, and agencies—

T H E P O W E R O F A B S T R A C T I O N

What you should do is hire very smart people who are a good fit. And then you should expose them (and yourself) to ideas. The ideas should come from within and from outside.

Ve o z an m e k t u bu y a n ı t l a dı ve o na d e d i , " D o s t u m, bu y a l n ı z ca b ir o z a n ın y ü r e ğ i n d en ç ı k m a, h er e r k e ğ in h er k a­ d ı na s ö y l e d i ği bir a şk ş a r k ı s ı d ı r ." Ve k a d ın o nu y a n ı t l a d ı, d e d i , " İ k i y ü z lü y a l a n cı s e n i! B u g ü n d en m e z a ra d e k, s e n in y ü z ü n d en t üm o z a n l a r d an n e f r et e d e c e ğ i m ." 15

Sólo hay dos maneras de vivir tu vida. Una es como si nada fuera un milagro, ha otra es como si todo fuera un milagro. Albert Einstein El milagro de Gary ¿Cómo pudo esta persona subir las escaleras?, pensé, mirando a través del ventanal junto a la entrada de mi oficina. Mi nuevo paciente acababa de subir la escalera. Se movía en una serie de pasos y pausas, durante las cuales miraba al siguiente escalón, preparándose para el esfuerzo. Una vez más me pregunté si p o n e r u n c o n s u l t o r i o q u i r o p r á c t i c o e n e l s e g u n d o p i s o d e u n e d i f i c i o s i n ascensor había sido la mejor idea.¿No sería como poner una tienda de reparación de frenos al pie de una colina empinada? No tenía muchas opciones cuando abrí el consultorio en 1981 y, como se podía ver, ahora tenía incluso menos... aunque las razones habían cambiado. Durante los 12 años que llevaba aquí, mi consultorio quiropráctico había llegado a ser uno de las más grandes de la ciudad de Los Angeles.¿Cómo podía cerrarlo y trasladarme? Decidí no salir a ayudar a ese hombre en el último par de escalones. No quería disminuir su inminente sensación de éxito. Podía ver en su cara la absoluta9

B ir a k ş a m, s e v g i d en s ö z e d e r k e n, bir l e o p ar b a ş ı nı ka l­ d ı r dı ve m ü n z e v i ye d e d i, " B i ze s e v g i d en s ö z e d i y o r s u n u z. S ö y l e y in E f e n d im , sizin e ş i n iz n e r e d e ?" Ve m ü n z e vi d e d i , " B e n im e ş im y o k ." Ve h a y v a n l ar ve k u ş l ar a r a s ı n da bir ş a ş k ı n l ık v a v e y l as ı d ır ki k o p t u, ve a r a l a r ı n da k o n u ş m a ya b a ş l a d ı l a r, " K e n­ d i si bu k o n u da b ir ş ey b i l m e z k en bi ze na s ıl s e v g i d en ve a n l a ş m a d an s ö z e d e b i l ir k i ?" Ve s e s s i z ce ve k ü ç ü m s e m e y le y a n ı n d an a y r ı l ıp g i t t i l e r. O g e c e. m ü n z e vi d ö ş e ğ i ne y ü z ü k o y un u z a n dı ve g ö ğ­ s ü nü y u m r u k l a y a r ak acı acı a ğ l a d ı. 20

subiect, ceea ce de fapt conduce la suprimarea principiului noncon­ tradicţiei. " La modul general - spune Aristotel --'- cei care contestă pr inc ipiul noncontradicţiei suprimă Fiinţa. Căci este necesar ca ei să pretindă că toate cele sunt contexte, sau relaţii contextuale, şi că nu există ceva ce omul s au anima lul sunt intrinsec." Trebuie s ă spunem totuşi că legătura dintre relativismul epistemologie ş i negarea principiului noncontradicţiei nu este chi a r atât d e necesară log i c pe cât i s e părea l u i Aristotel : ma i înt â i afirmaţia lui Protagoras poa t e fi înţeleasă nu numai i n d i ­ vidua l - subi ectiv ( o r i c e o m e măsura tuturor lucrurilor), ci ş i specific-kantian ( omu l în general dă măsura lucrurilor). Ap o i p r i n c i p i u l noncontradicţiei nu p e rmi t e să se facă afirmaţii contradictorii despre acelaşi subiect şi sub acelaşi rapo rt ; or, a afirma, de pi ldă , că toate propoziţiile sunt adevărate poate însemna, eventual, că "toate propoziţiile sunt adevărate doar sub un anume aspect, diferit însă de la caz la caz, ceea nu contra­ zice neapărat pr inc ipiul noncontradicţiei. Totuşi este de netăgăduit că, filozofic vorbind, există o legă­ tură între relativismul ontologic ş i cel epistemologie, pe de -o parte, şi sofistică, pe de a l t ă parte, şi că Aristotel nu greşea foarte mult asociindu-le. Aşadar, să admitem că, dacă se suprimă Fiinţa, în final, s e suprimă principiul noncontradicţiei. Rămâne atunci de arătat doar că principiul noncontradicţiei nu poate fi suprimat, p e ntru a arăta că suprimarea Fiinţei este inacceptabi l ă . O bună pa r t e a Că r ţ i i Gamma e s t e dedi c a t ă tocma i acestei chestiuni : să se arate că principiul noncontradicţiei nu poate fi suprimat. Fi reşte, în sine, principiul noncontradicţiei, fiind o axiomă, nu poate f i demonstrat, iar cei care încearcă s-o facă se înşală - explică Aristotel. Dar se poate foarte b i n e arăta, în s ch i m b , că negarea lui este impos i b i l ă pentru o persoană care vrea s ă gândească coerent şi să comunice limpede gândul s ău. Es t e ceea ce s-a numit metoda " r e sping e r i i " (refutatio ) . Într-adevăr, spune Aristotel, dacă am putea face afirmaţii contradictorii despre acelaşi subiect ş i în acelaşi moment, n-am mai pu tea nici gândi, nici comunica nimic determinat; astfel încât nimic, nici măcar această teză - anume că principiul

What in Hesronedon is ‘earth-bound’ pseizbergslunk f-i-c-t-i-o-n? Certain brilliant works of literature, and perhaps certain achievements in other art forms, may well be, by their very nature, perpetual ‘works-in-progress.’ I do not believe it is an opinion without some ‘Shakespearean’ measure of historical precedent; otherwise, what would reasonably be the necessity to republish revised versions of any number of ancient fictional and nonfictional texts with varying degrees of… modifications? To make those classical Pulvissemen masterpieces available to burgeoning generations of readers throughout the VO-RES-MAR-GUD? Obviously. However, there is another reason that I find enormously (enigmatically) [those fabulous ‘supra-terrestrial’ a-d-v-e-r-b-s!]… thought-provoking.” Emperor Baron Francis Cosmicus [The Dromernaut Odyssey Anno Domini 3193]

Language itself could be interpreted as one of those enigmatic creatures or ‘products’ of [Jordenian] ‘e-v-o-l-u-t-i-o-n.’ One of many examples is the transition from ‘Old English’ to ‘Middle English’ towards the present variations of English, spoken and written. If Old and Middle English literature ‘represent/s’ [grammatically ‘undecided’] a potential linguistic ‘challenge’ to some or many modern readers in Haluxinor, it would follow that the English this particular auteur thinks, speaks, and writes in might, arguably, have been incomprehensible to bibliophiles in the early ‘medieval’ e-r-a-s of [terrestrial] civilization. It would probably require a ‘time-traveling’ aparato/maquina of some ‘species’ [pseizbergslunk ‘sci-fi’ emphases mine] to ‘hark back’ to the ‘aeons’ of Bede and Chaucer, respectively, to be (+/-) 99.9 percent certain, but I am relatively confident that it is not an entirely inaccurate… speculation.” Emperor Baron Francis Cosmicus [The Dromernaut Odyssey Anno Domini 3193]

he ended his short note with a riddle: v. n. A. 1. de A. o. na. v. e. r. Historians have found it hard enough to transcribe the letters accurately, let alone to understand them. And full interpretation remains elusive.

s s i o n o f R a t i o n a l S o f t w a r e C o r p o r a t i o n i s t o e n s u r e t h e s u c c e s s o f c u s t o m e r s c o n s t r u c t i n g t h e s o f t w a r e s y s t e m s t h a t t h e y d e p e n d o n . We enable our customers to achieve their business objectives by turning software into a source of competitive advantage, speeding time-to-market, reducing the risk of failure, and improving software quality. We fulfill our mission with the Rational ApproachTM, a comprehensive softwareengineering solution consisting of three elements: • A configurable set of processes and techniques for the development of software, based on iterative development, object modeling, and an architectural approach to software reuse. • An integrated family of application construction tools that automate the Rational Approach throughout the software lifecycle. • Technical consulting services delivered by our worldwide field organization of software engineers and technical sales professionals. Our customers include businesses in the Asia/Pacific region, Europe, and North America that are leaders in leveraging semiconductor, communications, and software technologies to achieve their business objectives. We serve customers in a diverse range of industries, such as telecommunications

o n o f R a t i o n a l S o f t w a r e C o r p o r a t i o n i s t o e n s u r e t h e s u c c e s s o f c u s t o m e r s c o n s t r u c t i n g t h e s o f t w a r e s y s t e m s t h a t t h e y d e p e n d o n . We enable our customers to achieve their business objectives by turning software into a source of competitive advantage, speeding time-to-market, reducing the risk of failure, and improving software quality. We fulfill our mission with the Rational ApproachTM, a comprehensive softwareengineering solution consisting of three elements: • A configurable set of processes and techniques for the development of software, based on iterative development, object modeling, and an architectural approach to software reuse. • An integrated family of application construction tools that automate the Rational Approach throughout the software lifecycle. • Technical consulting services delivered by our worldwide field organization of software engineers and technical sales professionals. Our customers include businesses in the Asia/Pacific region, Europe, and North America that are leaders in leveraging semiconductor, communications, and software technologies to achieve their business objectives. We serve customers in a diverse range of industries, such as telecommunications, banking and financial services, manufacturing, transportation, aerospace, and defense.They construct software applications for a wide range of platforms, from microprocessors embedded in telephone switching systems to enterprisewide information systems running on company-specific intranets. Rational Software Corporation is traded on the NASDAQ system under the symbol RATL.1

During the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries about 85 per cent of the population of India lived in its villages. Both peasants and landed elites were involved in agricultural production and claimed r i g h t s t o a s h a r e o f t h e p r o d u c e . T h i s c r e a t e d r e l a t i o n s h i p s o f c o o p e r a t i o n , c o m p e t i t i o n a n d conflict among them. The sum of these agrarian relationships made up rural society. At the same time agencies from outside also entered into the rural world. Most important among these was the Mughal state, which der ived the bulk of its income from agricultural production. Agents of the state – revenue assessors, collectors, record keepers – sought to control rural society so as to ensure that cultivation took place and the s t a t e g o t i t s r e g u l a r s h a r e o f t a x e s f r o m t h e produce. Since many crops were grown for sale, trade, money and markets entered the villages and linked the agricultural areas with the towns.

he’d said they were studying the “taywah” or “terror” of the region, even when he’d spelled it out as t-e-r-r-o-i-r.

a s e r pr ínc ipe s . Josué e s t aba solo cuando el Señor vino a él. ( Josué 1: 1. ) Gedeon y J ephthah e s t aban solos cuando fue ron comi s ionados pa r a s a lva r a I s r a e l . ( Jue c e s 6:11 y 11:29. ) Moisés e s t aba sol i t a r io por el de s i e r to a rbus to. (Exodo 3:1-5. ) Cornelio e s t aba or ando a sol a s cuando el ánge l vino a él. (He chos 10:2. ) Nadi e e s t aba con Pedro en lo a l to de l a c a s a cuando fué ins t ruido pa r a que fue s e con los gent i l e s . (He chos 10 :9. ) Juan el Baut i s t a e s t aba solo en el de s i e r to. (Luc a s 1 :80. ) Y Juan, el discípulo amado, e s t aba solo en Pa tmos cuando e s t aba má s c e r c a de Dios. (Apoc a . 1 :9. ) Codicia el e s t a r solo con Dios. Si de s cuidamos e s to, no sol a - ment e nos roba r emos a nosot ros mismos, sino t ambi én roba r emos a ot ros l a bendi c ión; porque cuando hemos sido bendecidos podernos s e r un medio de bendición pa r a ot ros . El e s t a r a sol a s con Dios en or a c ión nunc a puede enf a t i z a r s e dema s i ado. "Si los hombr e s escogidos nunc a hubi e s en e s t ado a sol a s en el silencio má s profundo con Dios, no se hubi e s e hecho o soñado nada grandioso.

m y i nterest i n de v e lopi n g a fem in i s t cr i t ique of t h e s t a t e w a s a n i mated less b y i n t r i n s i c fas c i n a t ion w i t h t h e state t h a n b y con c e r n over t h e pot e n t i a l di­ l u t i o n of e m ancipatory pol i t i c a l a i m s e n t a i l ed in femi n i sm' s turn to the state to adjudicate or redress pract ices o f m a l e d o m i nance

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But I have come to say a few words on behalf of the Adivasis of India…. In the past, thanks to the major political parties, thanks to the British Government and thanks to every enlightened Indian citizen, we have been isolated and kept, as it were, in a zoo.... We are willing to mix with you, and it is for that reason, ... , that we have insisted on a reservation of seats as far as the Legislatures a re c o n c e rn e d . We h a v e n o t a s k e d ... ( f o r ) s e p a r a t e e l e c t o r a t e s ; ... U n d e r t h e 1 9 3 5 A c t , t h r o u g h o u t t h e Legislatures in India, there were al together only 24 Adivasi MLAs out of a total of 1585, …and not a single representative at the Centre. ” Jaipal Singh, CAD, Vol.V, pp.209-210, 27 August 1947

Knock, Knock... W H O D A F U C K B E D E R E ! ! ! Uh, uh, sorry ~ wrong house.

came and he said, “O Lord, Creator, leave some of them before me, and let them obey my voice. And let them do everything which I tell them, because if some of them are not left for me, I will not

E + R = O (Event + Response = Outcome)

My brain is a l l o v e r the place. Grief will do that to you. Today I sat in my car in my own driveway for twenty minutes staring blankly at my glove compartment. My mind d r i f t e d   o f f. Grief will do that to you. I found myself wondering why we still call this thing a “glove compartment” when no one keeps driving gloves, or any gloves for that matter, in there anymore. As a society, we are always talking about progression. We are renaming TV stations and street names—but can’t rename this storage box within our cars. Don’t fix what ain’t broken, I guess. Something broke me, and I need to be fixed. Grief will do that to you. What else would we call it? Crumpled tissue holder. Registration and insurance safe. I question everything now, even things that don’t matter. Grief will do that to you.

Aşkın çirkin ve güzel yanları arasındaki fark güzel yanın çok daha hafif olmasıydı. İnsana süzülüyormuş gibi hissettiriyordu kendini. Sizi havaya kaldırıyordu. Taşıyordu. Aşkın güzel yanı sizi dünyanın geri kalanının üstünde tutuyor. Sizi kötü şeylerin o kadar tepesinde tutuyor ki, aşağı bakıp, Vay canına. Burada olduğum için çok mutluyum, diye düşünüyorsunuz. ... Aşkın çirkin yanları sizi havaya kaldırmıyor. Sizi Y E R E seriyor. Sizi dibe batırıyor. Boğuyor. Yukarı bakıp, Keşke orada olsam, diye içinizden geçiriyorsunuz. Ama değilsiniz. Çirkin aşk oluveriyorsunuz. Sizi tüketiyor. Her şeyden nefret etmenize neden oluyor. Bütün güzel yanların buna değmeyeceğini anlamanızı sağlıyor. Güzel kısımlar olmayınca, bunu hissetme riskine asla girmiyorsunuz. Çirkinliği hissetme riskine asla girmiyorsunuz. Böylece vazgeçiyorsunuz. Her şeyden vazgeçiyorsunuz. Bir daha, ne olursa olsun, sevmek istemiyorsunuz, çünkü hiçbir aşkın çirkin aşkı tekrar yaşamaya değmeyeceğini biliyorsunuz.

As Krona and Anston collected themselves and walked toward the locker rooms, black and red cheerleaders poured from a side door, and I knew who sent them the moment I saw them. They were carrying pom poms that looked to be made out of actual fire but didn’t burn them. Each wore the burning fist symbol of my father on their chests, and they danced out to form up in front of the stands reserved for him. “I-N-F-E-R-N-O, he’s our lord, our H-E-R-O!” they cheered. “Blessed be his name, blessed be, blessed be, Innnnferno!” “Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no.” I buried my head in my hands and muttered, “He brought the Infernets. Of course.” Eric was absolutely enthralled. “The what now?” He eyed the cheerleaders like anyone would, admiring their high-cut skirts and the bizarre fiery pom poms they wielded. My father was clapping along to their chant in the front row like a toddler being shown an especially catchy song. He bounced in his seat and whistled enthusiastically. “The Infernettes,” I explained as I resisted the urge to groan. “He has his own cheerleading squad.

B E H A V I O U R is Sometimes greater than knowledge, because in Life there are many situations where knowledge fails..but .. Behaviour can handle E V E R Y T H I N G.

Each grain of pollen may be likened to a sort of box. Inside are the plant's reproductive cells. It is essential for these cells to be well concealed to protect their life and keep them safe from external dangers. For this reason the structure of the box is very strong. The box is surrounded by a wall called the "sporoderm." The outermost layer of this wall, called exine, is the most resistant material known in the organic world, and its chemical make-up has not yet been fully analysed. This material is generally very resistant to damage from acids or enzymes. It is f u r t h e r m o re unaffected by high temperature and pre s s u re. As we have seen, very detailed precautions have been taken to protect the pollen, which is essential for the continued existence of plants. The grains have been very specially wrapped up. Thanks to this, whatever method the pollen is dispersed by, it can remain alive even miles away from the p a rent plant. Besides the fact that pollen grains are coated with a very resistant material, they are also dispersed in very large numbers, which guarantees the multiplication of that plant.

When the spiritual baptismal ritual finally drew to a close, the circle of freshmen and their ‘big brothers’ joined hands, in a circle. The Chaplin said a final prayer of gratitude, adjourning the ceremony. The members hugged each other or gave each other kisses on both cheeks, a sign of welcome into the E.R.O.S. Secret Circle.

It must be an ancient Middle Eastern tradition passed down from the old culture. After all, it was the 20th century; I didn't expect to find slaves. But then, I didn't know E.R.O.S. existed before I became initiated into the society. I guessed there were many things in the Universe I didn’t know. I had a lot to learn.

The student-teacher ratio at the Bahriji School was one to one. Most of the teachers were former Valets who returned after their University studies, to serve at the Bahriji School. Their strong affiliation with the Oasis inspired them to dedicate their careers to guiding E.R.O.S. juniors, assisting them in achieving the greatest success possible during their adolescent journeys to adulthood. Most of the school's teachers and professors were very accomplished, and of a high caliber. Their pedagogy was based on methods utilized in their own education. Personal grooming, health, diet and nutritional care were part of the curriculum. Just as the Valets were especially selected, our professors and teachers were carefully chosen. They were well groomed, and most had great personal flair, panache and style. Each was incredibly distinguished in his or her own way, possessing confidence and individualism. They were charming ladies and gentlemen.

Almost all of the Oasis professors, spouses and life partners were alumni of the Oasis girls’ or boys’ schools. Or they were graduates from a different E.R.O.S. school, located in other parts of the United Arab Emirate. Most of them met during their Household service years and developed strong emotional ties during the course of their service. It was therefore not uncommon for a male professor to be teaching at the boys’ school and for his wife to teach at the girls’ school.

I returned his stare with unblinking eyes, and a smile on my face. Deep within, I was nervous as hell! My awareness of my new seductive power gave me the confidence to continue. Giving him my look of sensual desire, I began speaking to him without any dialogue. I used my eyes to titillate his libido. His eyes never left mine. Time seemed to dissolve. I was in complete concentration. I wanted to arouse him, as he aroused me at my E.R.O.S. Initiation Ceremony. Licking my lips lightly and fixing my gaze on his handsome face, I informed him of my sexual desire. I wanted all of him!

All eyes gravitated towards him, regardless of sexual orientation. There was great strength and seductiveness in his deep, blue, piercing eyes. His glowing golden tan reminded me of the angel I dreamed of the night I decided to accept the E.R.O.S. scholarship offer.

At OBSS   An unexpected occurrence did come of this escapade, even though I didn’t care for the program. Andy, you may or may not be aware that Outward Bound teaches interpersonal and leadership skills, not to mention wilderness survival. The first two skillsets were not unlike our education at the Enlightened Royal Oracle Society (E.R.O.S.) or the Dale Carnegie course in which I had participated before leaving Malaya for school in England. It was the wilderness survival program I abhorred. Since I wasn’t rugged by nature (and remain that way to this day), this arduous experience was made worse by your absence. In 1970, OBSS was under the management of Singapore Ministry of Defence, and used primarily as a facility to prepare young men for compulsory ’National Service,’ commonly known as NS. All young and able 18+ Singaporean male citizens and second-generation permanent residents had to register for National Service compulsorily. They would serve either a two-year or twenty-two-month period as Full Time National Servicemen after completing the Outward Bound course. Pending on their individual physical and medical fitness, these young men would enter the Singapore Armed Forces (SAF), Singapore Police Force (SPF), or the Singapore Civil Defense Force (SCDF). Father, through his extensive contacts, enrolled me into the twenty-one-day Outward Bound summer course. There were twenty boys in my class. We were divided into small units under the guidance of an instructor. During the first few days at the base camp, we trained for outdoor recreation activities such as adventure racing, backpacking, cycling, camping, canoeing, canyoning, fishing, hiking, kayaking, mountaineering, horseback riding, photography, rock climbing, running, sailing, skiing, swimming, and a variety of sporting activities.

Andy sat watching as if witnessing an X-rated movie. My protector made sure His Highness abided by E.R.O.S. guidelines, although no affirmative verbal exchanges were necessary. My Valet laid siege as the unobtrusive silent observer. He was getting aroused by the unfolding visuals of his irresolute charge under the caressing hands of this masterful male. I was deliriously excited by this attractive rogue who was now my magnetic inamorato. My enjoyment, combined with P’s sensual expertise, sent me lusting for him. I was ready for his hardness and ready to subjugate myself to his athletic sexual desires. Like a devouring spider luring his prey, P was slowly enticing me into his imperative world of risqué decadence.

End April 2012 …It seemed not so long ago I graduated, but time flew and here we are, reconnecting after a long absence. You are living in one end of the world and I in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. I find it riveting that our ambitions have taken us to many locales. But my love for you has never waned or quivered. It was stored within the abeyance of my mind, unable to confide in anything except my remembrance of you; through the many photographs we took during our E.R.O.S. days. At times, my E.R.O.S. pledge of allegiance and oath of confidentiality wore thin, yet your gentlemanly word of honor rings loud in my mind, reminding me to be silent until the correct moment requires the truth be told. For now, my dear Andy, I await your news and I’m glad we reconnected. Best Wishes and look after your good self. Young.

B E H A V I O U R is Sometimes greater than knowledge, because in Life there are many situations where knowledge fails..but ..Behaviour can handle E V E R Y T H I N G.

And then I don't know why, but I felt sad. And then I started thinking about my brother. Every time I felt sad, I thought about him. Maybe deep down a part of me was always thinking about him. Sometimes, I caught myself spelling out his name. B-E-R-N-A-R-D-O. What was my brain doing, spelling out his name without my permission?

you will think your parents are s h a t t e r p r o o f until one day you find out t h e y a r e n ' t. - what it really means to lose your innocence.

arrived for the heart of R to come forth, Isis spake unto by oath to deliver up his two eyes (i.e., the sun and moon).’ Thus was the name of the great god taken from him, and Isis, the lady of words of magical power, said, ‘Depart, poison, go forth from R. O Eye of Horus, go forth from the god, and shine outside his mouth. It is I who work, it is I who make to fall down upon the earth the vanquished poison, for the name of the great god hath been taken away from him. Let R live, and let the poison die! Let the poison die, and let R live!’ These are the words of Isis, the mighty lady, the mistress of the gods, who knew R by his own name.” Now from a few words of text which follow the above narrative we learn that the object of writing it was not so much to instruct the reader as to make a magic formula, for we are told that it was to be recited over figures of Temu and Horus, and Isis and Horus, that is to say, over figures of Temu the evening sun, Horus the Elder, Horus the son of Isis, and Isis herself. Temu apparently takes the place of R, for he represents the sun as an old man, i.e., R at the close of his daily life when he has lost his strength and power. The text is

respected her skin, understood her worth, found her strength s t r o n g s t r o n g e r strongest Imagine me master of my own universe I am everything I ever dreamed of

Diu æstuanti commodum succurrebat, quod olim ab erudito apud nostrates viro audiveram, T e u t o n i c o s h o m i n e s i n s a t i a b i l e s c r i b e n d i c a c oe t h es t e n e r e : verum paucissimis datum aliquid producere , quod inventionis acumine , aut genii lepore politi applausum seculi possit provocare. Ne tamen perituræ parcatur chartæ, pleramque turbam petitas passim particulas in unam compingere massam , vix uspiam adspersa judicii mica. Nec plagii apud ipsos habere crimen , aliorum opera paucis interpolata locis pro novis venditare. Aliquos denique sibi locum inter autores deberi credere, quod diffusius aliquod scriptum in compendium, aut, si Diis placet , in tabellas, memoriæ , an stupiditati juvandæ ? redegerint.

Head Coach Urban Meyer lays out a simple equation: E + R = O (Event plus Response equals Outcome).

In the pain, I imagine bliss. My thoughts are like wind, rushing, curling into the depths of myself, expelling, dispelling darkness. I imagine love, I imagine wind, I imagine gold hair and green eyes and whispers, laughter I imagine Me extraordinary, unbroken the girl who shocked herself by surviving, the girl who loved herself through learning, the girl who respected her skin, understood her worth, found her strength s t r o n g s t r o n g e r strongest Imagine me master of my own universe I am everything I ever dreamed of

Success O.P.E.N.E.R - Optimistic about future - Proactive (Goals + Action) - Excellence seeking (Put quality into everything you do) - Never stop learning - Emotionally intelligent - Refrain from being in your comfort zone.

here in the dark, dusty corners of my mind I feel a strange relief. I am always welcome here in my l o n e l i n e s s , in my s a d n e s s in this abyss, there is a rhythm I remember. The steady drop of tears, the temptation to retreat, the shadow of my past the life I choose to forget has not w i l l n e v e r e v e r f o r g e t me

Um amor-próprio saudável e bem constituído partirá de um princípio fundamental: “Eu mereço tudo aquilo que me faça crescer como pessoa e ser feliz”. M-e-r-e-ç-o: assim, saboreado letra a letra. Não importa o que pense: você não merece sofrer, de modo que, enquanto puder evitar o sofrimento inútil e desnecessário, estará respeitando a si mesmo. Não existe felicidade completa sem respeito próprio, sem se manter fiel a seu próprio ser e ao potencial que tem dentro de si.

COMPRO CUECAS USADAS PARA FINS SENTIMENTAIS Pago R$ 50 por cueca usada. Cuecas slip brancas valem mais (R$ 60). Tenho fetiche por: AGROBOYS (cada cueca será comprada por R$ 5 a mais; R$ 10 a mais caso o vendedor esteja usando um chapéu de palha durante o encontro com o comprador); ADVOGADOS (R$ 5 a mais por cueca caso o vendedor se apresente de terno); LIMPADORES DE JANELAS (venha com o uniforme da empresa para ganhar mais R$ 7 por cueca usada); PILOTOS DE MOTOCROSS (venha a caráter e R$ 150 serão somados ao valor total); HOMENS QUE PINTARAM O CABELO DE LOIRO PARA O ANO NOVO (valor total dobrado!). Compro sungas usadas, secas (R$ 70 por peça) ou molhadas (R$ 80 reais por peça — atenção: é importante que as peças molhadas estejam embaladas em saco plástico transparente e que tenham sido utilizadas nas últimas doze horas, no máximo. Obs.: caso tenha sido banho de mar, pago R$ 10 a mais por item). Encontre-me às 16h em frente à escola Elysium, no bairro Cacau, Rosália (Região Metropolitana do Rio de Janeiro). Estou disponível de segunda a sexta. Sou branco, tenho cabelos e olhos claros, e sou razoavelmente alto (meço um pouco mais de um metro e oitenta). Estarei parado próximo ao portão do colégio esperando — por favor, não deixe que meu semblante sério o intimide: aborde-me... mas seja discreto! O pagamento será realizado em dinheiro vivo. Para mais informações, entre em contato comigo pelo Facebook. Pedro von Schwenderlauf. (Caixa de mensagens sempre desbloqueada.)

you will think your parents are s h a t t e r p r o o f until one day you find out t h e y a r e n ’ t. - what it really means to lose your innocence.

Me rompo. Me deshago. Me desmaterializo en el cilindro de mi cuerpo sin poder gritar por ayuda. A---Y---U---D---A E---S---T---O---N---O---E---S---U---N---S---I---M---U---L---A---C---R---O M---E---V---O---Y---Y---E---S---P---E---R---O---Q---U---E---M---E---D---I---S---C---U---L---P---E---N---T---O---D---O---S---P---O---R---D---E---J---A---R---A---Q---U---I---E---L---B---U---L---T---O

el l e n g u a je de la p s i q u i a t r ía p r i va de su í n d o le é t i ca y p o l í t i ca a las r e l a c iones h u m a n as y a la c o n d u c ta p e r s o n a l

H em bi lmek h em de b i l m e m e k, bir y a n d an u s t a ca u y d u r u l m uş ya l anl ar s ö y l e r k en bir y a n d an da t üm gerçeğin a y ı r d ı n da olmak, ç e l i ş t ikl e r ini bi l e r ek ve h er iki s ine de i n a n a r ak bi rbi r ini ç ü r ü t en iki görüşü aynı anda s a v u n m a k; ma n t ı ğa karşı m a n t ı ğı kull a nma k, ahlaka s a h ip ç ıkt ığını söyl e rken ahlakı y a d s ı m a k, h em d e m o k r a s i n in olanaksızlığına h em de P a r t i ' n in d emo k r a s i n in k o r u y u c u su o l d u ğ u na i n a nma k; u n u t u l m a sı g e r e k e ni u n u t m a k, gerekli o l ur o lmaz yeniden anıms amak, s o n ra b i r d en y e n i d en u n u t u v e r m e k: en ö n eml i si de, aynı işlemi i ş l emin k e n d i s i ne de u y g u l ama k.

Early June 2012 Andy’s reply arrived a couple of days after I emailed him. His message read: Dearest Young, I’m delighted to hear from you. I googled your profile and came across your “Life Of A Harem Boy” blog. I noticed you have omitted the actual names of relevant people and places. I’m glad you thought out the details. Just like the Young I know so well. As much as I’m not in favor of you writing about the clandestine society, I also admire your honesty in telling our positive experiences during our E.R.O.S., Bahriji and the Arab Households years. Those were wonderful times we shared and I missed them tremendously. Most importantly, I missed you; the love we shared was sublime. As much as I love Albert and appreciate our precious moments together, our relationship was vastly different from the love you and I shared. The sensual, sexual and spiritual rapport we had was simply too empyrean. Since our separation I have not been able to find another to enjoy this amorous passion.

Thank you for your compliments. I’m happy I had the opportunity to pass on my mentorship skills to someone like you, and in turn you are able to help others. Do you remember that one of “E.R.O.S.” dictums is for its members to pass the mentorship baton to the next generation of initiates? I’m gratified that I’ve done my part to honor this adage. That said I’m looking forward to hearing more about Bernard. How did he cope after you returned to London? Did his parents approve of your mentorship to their son? I’m looking forward to your next correspondence. Please send my regards to your significant other. Are the both of you married? Maybe, I will have a fortuitous blessing to court you again (joking). Please tell Walter not to take offence to this comment. I will never imperil both your relationships. I am happy when you are happy. Remember the passages I quoted you from The Art of Loving by Erich Fromm when we were young and so in love? Well, my sweet Eros, until I hear from you. Stay happy and love unceasingly. Your ex-Valet and lover, Andy.

Second Week Of June 2012 I agreed to be Dr. Arius’ case study. In my reply to the psychiatrist, I wrote: Good Day Dr. A. I’m surprised and flattered that you consider me an appropriate candidate to conduct a case study on my unique E.R.O.S., Bahriji, elite Arab Household, and secondary school experiences. As much as I am delighted to agree to your proposed challenge and to answer your questionnaires to the best of my abilities, I also have questions for you for which I would like answers before being an active participant in the survey. * Are you planning to publish professional psychiatric papers and publications to your findings? Or are you working on this project solely for your personal interest? * If your research reveals a positive alternative to the current accepted educational norm, are you planning to actively advocate for change? As you are aware, I can only provide you with my personal opinion on my educational experiences. I cannot speak for other  E.R.O.S. members. Before I agree to undergo this case study, I wish to make it very clear that I only speak for myself. Under no circumstances will I undermine to reveal the actual names of people and places, or jeopardize their society and individual standing in any way. I am obligated to honor my oath of confidentiality and pledge never to reveal the true identity of the clandestine society. As long as you are aware of my pledge, I am happy to answer your questions to the best of my ability. Although I have not known you for very long, I consider you a trusted friend. My intuition tells me you are a man of integrity. I have always trusted my inner voice and it has never failed me. I look forward to your next correspondence and your answers to my questions. I hope all is going splendidly in your part of the world. Keep me posted on the progress of your gay organization. It is good to receive your emails as always. Yours truly, Young.

In response to my ex-Valet’s email, I wrote: Hi Andy, I am surprised by your honesty and openness in relating your early relationship with Toby. I had not expected such frank soliloquy from a ‘perfect’ gentleman like you. Although we often discussed everything candidly in the old days, we had never written down our thoughts and opinions in black and white. Are we finally reaching an Age of Aquarius where truth and freedom are here to enlighten humanity? I am gladdened that we are able to communicate quickly and efficiently in this electronic age. I know you are aware that I am writing my memoirs. Aren’t you concerned that I may reveal the true nature of your feelings you confided to me in my writings? One thing I can promise you; I will never do anything unsavory or conduct myself in an ungentlemanly fashion towards those I love, respect and trust. My dearest Andy, I value your love greatly and laurel you in the highest esteem in my pantheon of cultivated beings. Moreover we are soul mates and as past E.R.O.S. members we also have a duty to our forebears to continue living spiritually and intellectually. To be illustrious examples in the chaotic world we reside…

Mid-June 2012 During my regular correspondence with Andy, my ex-lover’s unequivocal frankness reminded me of the old days when we were close and open with each other about our experiences. Although there were times when I kept secrets from him, I was bound to reveal the truth sooner or later. We had always shared understanding and honesty in our relationship. It is also not in character for Bahriji students and E.R.O.S. members to do anything but be themselves. Therefore

Mid June 2012 Good morning Andy, I hope today brings you good cheer and bounteous energy. We certainly have been through some tough times since our separation. Back in the late 80s to the mid-90s, I too experienced a negative relationship like you and Toby. My relationship with Kregory, an American from Wisconsin, lasted for nine years. It came to a screeching halt one day in August 1996 when he suddenly disappeared from our apartment and my life. It was the best thing that ever happened to me. The universe had again intervened on my behalf when it was time for a new beginning. I will relate this life’s chapter at a later date. It breaks my heart to learn that you went through a difficult period with Toby. I’m glad those days are behind us. I believe that I emerged from those horrendous experiences to become wiser, stronger and better-equipped for life’s challenges. You, my dearest ‘big brother,’ have always been my guiding light, and I’m positive that you, too, returned unscathed through adversities. I, for one, am grateful for my Bahriji education and treasured E.R.O.S. experiences. Without this priceless enlightenment and knowledge, my life would have turned out differently and would have been difficult to grapple with. Now that we have reconnected, it’s also the beginning to a new friendship. If the universe chooses to bring us together again, time is our guiding star. For now, I’m gratified to be corresponding regularly with my ex-lover, Valet, mentor, and guardian.

Early July 2012 Young, I started reading your blog, “Life Of A Harem Boy,” and it brought back memories of our time together. As much as I am not in favor of you writing about our E.R.O.S. experiences, I applaud your bravery and the honest approach in your stories. Your courage to tell all has somehow convinced me to add my point of view to our adventures together. My dear, you sure have cogent ways of softening my stances in providing credence to your narrations. One thing I’m glad you didn’t do is tell your story as an exposé to discredit the positive experiences of our clandestine society, of the people involved and the schools we attended. For this I laud you. If you are open to my retelling of your stories through my experiences, we may at some point arrive at a juncture where we can be co-authors in one book of your Harem Boy series. This collaboration will provide further credibility to our escapades. I’d be happy to team up with you if you are open to me being a co-writer of one of your 5 books. Since I am semi-retired and have time to kill, it will be an excellent opportunity for me to recount part of my life story in conjunction with you. In many ways, I am glad we reconnected. Maybe the time is ripe for us to work on a joint project (which we had the intention of doing many years ago). Do you remember how we discussed a collaboration but never got around to it? This may be the perfect project. We can tell a similar story from different angles and points of view. I think we’ll also be able to rekindle our friendship more deeply. Let me know your thoughts.

How did I feel when I entered Daltonbury Hall? I was excited, elated and filled with anticipation to be in England. This was a country wherein I had wanted to be located since I was six years of age. As a teenager, I was fearless and dying to explore new, uncharted territories. Daltonbury Hall was precisely the relief I craved after my Methodist Boys’ School bullying experiences. To have a handsome, caring ‘big brother’ twenty-four seven as my guardian was a dream come true for this gay boy. Was my life in Malaya very different from England? Very much so! To me, England was a completely different planet. I felt as if I had landed on the Moon. Instead of a planet filled with ugly rocks, it was a planet filled with good-looking boys (especially those I came in contact with as I was secretly groomed to enter E.R.O.S.). The boys I befriended were well-mannered and aristocratic in more ways than just being born into wealthy homes. E.R.O.S. selected candidates that had a certain je ne sais quoi about them. That made a big difference to me; they weren’t like the ‘regular’ boys I encountered at the Methodist Boys School in Malaysia. You asked how I coped when I first arrived in the United Kingdom. I was homesick for the first few weeks but I adjusted to my new environment quickly. Daltonbury Hall provided me with a fresh start, a new life. A life I was happy to leave behind when I left Kuala Lumpur. Everything was exciting, even at times when I was uncertain about my capabilities in my studies. The ‘big brothers’ were always available to assist, to comfort and encourage the freshmen and juniors when we faced difficulties in our educational and private lives. In my opinion, the BB and BS program should be installed in regular schools. I believe this will eliminate the current dysfunctional school system and reduce school bullying as well as suicidal behavior in students. More often than not, adolescent boys look to an older and more experienced guardian for guidance and mentorship. I blossomed under Nikee, Andy, and Oscar’s tutelage.

What was my reaction when I was suddenly assigned a good-looking and understanding ‘big brother’? During my early days at the boarding school, did I open up immediately to my ‘big brother’ Nikee or to other ‘big brothers’ in my House? I was like a fish swimming happily in water. I took to my ‘big brother’ Nikee like I had discovered gold in a hidden treasure trove. All the ‘big brothers’ had undergone special educational training before being assigned to a ‘little brother’. They were trained in the art of listening to the needs of their charges. Even for the BBs that were not E.R.O.S. members, the boarding school had training programs for ‘regular’ students who wanted to mentor the juniors following in their footsteps. All BBs and BSs (in our sister schools) had been through a one-year mentorship training program before becoming BBs and BSs. Therefore, whenever I had a problem and I needed advice, I was able to go to any BB of my choosing and confide to him. Most boys tended to disclose their quandaries to their allocated BBs because they seemed to understand us best. The answer to your last question, was I unreserved by nature or was it a learned trait? The answer is both. As much as I am a happy-go-lucky person, I also learned many methods and techniques to come out of my shell. Daltonbury Hall, Bahriji and E.R.O.S. turned me, in part, into the person I am today. This valuable training helped me pursue my dreams through the art of positive human relations. This is one of the main objectives of the Enlightened Royal Oracle Society: to be responsible citizens of the world. Dr. Arius, I’m ready for your next installment of queries. Keep them coming. With love and affection, Young.

Early July 2012 In one of my email response to Andy, I wrote: Hi beloved ex-Valet, I’m glad you expressed interest in co-writing one of the five A Harem Boy Saga books. The fourth book will be the best to commence our collaboration if you are serious about working on this joint project with me. I’ll be more than delighted to incorporate your valuable opinions and I’m positive your voice will add credence to the series. The first 3 books center on our first three Arab Household experiences and the numerous interesting and varied characters we encountered during our services. The fourth book is devoted solely to our loving relationship and functioning as a gay couple within the E.R.O.S. context in the late sixties and early seventies epoch. This will be “our” book; a tell-all about our love, our heartaches, our separation and our recent reconnection. This will also give us time to map-out and brainstorm the topics we’ll like to include in the manuscript. Are you are open to my suggestions? I have a few chapters left to complete A Harem Boy Saga – Book II that I had originally considered titling Passion. Recently a more appropriate word has manifested and that word is Unbridled. Maybe we can use Passion for the book we’ll co-write together? Tell me more about your life in New Zealand. As always I love to catch up on your news after our separation. I eagerly await your next correspondance. Forever Yours, Young.

2012 Andy’s Email   Iacted foolishly in 1968 while waiting to be summoned to Sheik Fahrib’s Household. The doctor certainly took his time to prepare our arrival atلصقر في دن (The Falcon’s Den), his townhouse in Amsterdam.               I’m sorry I neglected you during our time at the Bahriji. Too preoccupied with Albert, I had underestimated the nature of our relationship. I was under the impression that Albert was sufficiently mature to conduct a triplet relationship. Regrettably, his emotional puerility created a rift between you and me. On the surface, he acted as if he accepted and loved you as he did me, yet when I was alone with him, his insecurities emerged. He discouraged me from spending time with you. I thought he would come round to accepting you, as I had Oscar. Unfortunately, my sanguine presumptions did not turn out as planned.               As much as I adored Albert, I missed our soul-level connection. This was something I did not share with him. I loved him very much, but it wasn’t the unspoken, nearly telepathic understanding you and I had for each other. No spoken or written words are enough for the way we felt for each other. You probably think that I’m a sentimental fool, reminiscing about the wonderful moments we shared during our E.R.O.S. years.☺