Elodin Quotes

You can divide infinity an infinite number of times, and the resulting pieces will still be infinitely large,” Uresh said in his odd Lenatti accent. “But if you divide a non-infinite number an infinite number of times the resulting pieces are non-infinitely small. Since they are non-infinitely small, but there are an infinite number of them, if you add them back together, their sum is infinite. This implies any number is, in fact, infinite.” “Wow,” Elodin said after a long pause. He leveled a serious finger at the Lenatti man. “Uresh. Your next assignment is to have sex. If you do not know how to do this, see me after class.

Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts.

Elodin proved a difficult man to find. He had an office in Hollows, but never seemed to use it. When I visited Ledgers and Lists, I discovered he only taught one class: Unlikely Maths. However, this was less than helpful in tracking him down, as according to the ledger, the time of the class was 'now' and the location was 'everywhere.

It was only then I realized I didn't know the name of Elodin's class. I leafed through the ledger until I spotted Elodin's name, then ran my finger back to where the title of the class was listed in fresh dark ink: "Introduction to Not Being a Stupid Jackass." I sighed and penned my name in the single blank space beneath.

If you fall, you fall," Elodin shrugged. "Sometimes falling teaches us things too." In dreams you often fall before you wake.

Today,' Elodin said brightly, 'we will talk about things that cannot be talked about. Specifically, we will discuss why some things cannot be discussed.

Feel free to call me by my first name: Master.

As I lay there, counting my blessings and broken ribs, Elodin stepped into my field of vision. He looked down at me. "Congratulations," he said. "That was the stupidest thing I've ever seen." His expression was a mixture of awe and disbelief. "Ever.

Elodin looked at me. "What a remarkably honest threat," he said. "Normally they're much more growlish and gristly than that." "Gristly?" I asked, emphasizing the 't.' "Don't you mean grisly?" "Both," he said. "Usually there's a lot of, 'I'll break your knees. I'll break your neck.'" He shrugged. "Makes me think of gristle, like when you're boning a chicken.

Ambrose turned on his heel and stormed off, but before he made it through the door, Elodin burst out singing: ‘He's a well-bred ass, you can see it in his stride! And for a copper penny he will let you take a ride!

Elodin pointed down the street. "What color is that boy's shirt?" "Blue." "What do you mean by blue? Describe it." I struggled for a moment, failed. "So blue is a name?" "It is a word. Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts. There are seven words that will make a person love you. There are ten words that will break a strong man's will. But a word is nothing but a painting of a fire. A name is the fire itself." My head was swimming by this point. "I still don't understand." He laid a hand on my shoulder. "Using words to talk of words is like using a pencil to draw a picture of itself, on itself. Impossible. Confusing. Frustrating." He lifted his hands high above his head as if stretching for the sky. "But there are other ways to understanding!" he shouted, laughing like a child. He threw both arms to the cloudless arch of sky above us, still laughing. "Look!" he shouted tilting his head back. "Blue! Blue! Blue!

Utilizar palabras para hablar de palabras es como utilizar un lápiz para hacer un dibujo de ese lápiz sobre ese mismo lápiz. Imposible. Desconcertante. Frustrante.

What about falling?' I asked. 'If you fall, you fall.' Elodin shrugged. 'Sometimes falling teaches us things too. In dreams you often fall before you wake.

Elodin pointed down the street. "What color is that boy's shirt?" "Blue." "What do you mean by blue? Describe it." I struggled for a moment, failed. "So blue is a name?" It is a word. Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts. There are seven words that will make a person love you. There are ten words that will break a strong man's will. But a word is nothing but a painting of a fire. A name is the fire itself.

Yes. Weary.” He eyed me speculatively, smoothing his beard with a hand. “You have a gift for words. It’s one of the reasons you ended up with Elodin, I expect.” I didn’t say anything to that. I must have said it quite loudly too, because Dal gave me a curious look. “How are your studies progressing with Elodin?” he asked casually.

I wasn't entirely surprised to find Elodin on Stonebridge. Very little about the Master Namer surprised me these days. He sat on the waist-high stone lip of the bridge, swinging his bare feet over the hundred-foot drop to the river below. "Hello Kvothe," he said without turning his eyes from the churning water. "Hello, Master Elodin," I said. "I'm afraid I'm going to be leaving the University for a term or two." "Are you really afraid?" I noticed a whisper of amusement in his quiet, resonant voice.

Do you know why they call this place the Rookery?" Elodin asked. I shook my head. "Because it's where you go if you're a-ravin'." He smiled a wild smile. He laughed a terrible laugh.

Wow,” Elodin said after a long pause. He leveled a serious finger at the Lenatti man. “Uresh. Your next assignment is to have sex. If you do not know how to do this, see me after class.

Es erwies sich als schwierig, Elodin zu finden. Er hatte zwar ein Büro in den Hollows, nutzte es aber offenbar nicht. Aus dem Vorlesungsverzeichnis erfuhr ich, dass er nur ein einziges Seminar gab: Unwahrscheinlichkeitsrechnung. Diese Information war jedoch nicht sonderlich hilfreich, denn laut Verzeichnis fand das Seminar "jetzt" statt, und als Ort war "überall" angegeben.

The Chancellor looked down at the paper in front of him. He cleared his throat. 'Re'lar Ambrose, are you a donkey?' Ambrose went stiff. 'No, sir,' he said. 'Are you possessed of,' he cleared his throat and read directly off the page. 'A pizzle bound to fizzle?' A few of the masters struggled to control smiles. Elodin grinned openly. Ambrose flushed. 'No sir.' 'Then I'm afraid I don't see the problem,' the Chancellor said curtly, letting the paper settle to the table.

Master Elodin,” I said, breathing a little hard. “Might I ask you a quick question?” “Statistically speaking, it’s pretty likely,” he said, unlocking the door with a bright brass key. “May I ask you a question, then?” “I doubt any power known to man could stop you.

ELODIN PROVED A DIFFICULT man to find. He had an office in Hollows, but never seemed to use it. When I visited Ledgers and Lists, I discovered he only taught one class: Unlikely Maths. However, this was less than helpful in tracking him down, as according to the ledger, the time of the class was “now” and the location was “everywhere.

Eighty years back the Medica discovered how to remove cataracts from eyes,” Fela said. “I already know that,” Elodin said, waving his hand dismissively. “Let me finish,” Fela said. “When they figured out how to do this, it meant they could restore sight to people who had never been able to see before. These people hadn’t gone blind, they had been born blind.” Elodin cocked his head curiously. Fela continued. “After they could see, they were shown objects. A ball, a cube, and a pyramid all sitting on a table.” Fela made the shapes with her hands as she spoke. “Then the physickers asked them which one of the three objects was round.” Fela paused for effect, looking at all of us. “They couldn’t tell just by looking at them. They needed to touch them first. Only after they touched the ball did they realize it was the round one.

Elodin shrugged nonchalantly, though I sensed a hint of disappointment. “This is a good place for a namer. Tell me why.” I looked around. “Wide wind, strong water, old stone.” “Good answer.” I heard genuine pleasure in his voice. “But there is another reason. Stone, water, and wind are other places too. What makes this different?” I thought for a moment, looked around, shook my head. “I don’t know.” “Another good answer. Remember it.” I waited for him to continue. When he didn’t, I asked, “What makes this a good place?” He looked out over the water for a long time before he answered. “It is an edge,” he said at last. “It is a high place with a chance of falling. Things are more easily seen from edges. Danger rouses the sleeping mind. It makes some things clear. Seeing things is a part of being a namer.” “What about falling?” I asked. “If you fall, you fall.” Elodin shrugged. “Sometimes falling teaches us things too. In dreams you often fall before you wake.

It was only then I realized I didn’t know the name of Elodin’s class. I leafed through the ledger until I spotted Elodin’s name, then ran my finger back to where the title of the class was listed in fresh dark ink: “Introduction to Not Being a Stupid Jackass.” I sighed and penned my name in the single blank space beneath.

Eighty years back the Medica discovered how to remove cataracts from eyes,” Fela said. “I already know that,” Elodin said, waving his hand dismissively. “Let me finish,” Fela said. “When they figured out how to do this, it meant they could restore sight to people who had never been able to see before. These people hadn’t gone blind, they had been born blind.” Elodin cocked his head curiously. Fela continued. “After they could see, they were shown objects. A ball, a cube, and a pyramid all sitting on a table.” Fela made the shapes with her hands as she spoke. “Then the physickers asked them which one of the three objects was round.” Fela paused for effect, looking at all of us. “They couldn’t tell just by looking at them. They needed to touch them first. Only after they touched the ball did they realize it was the round one.

—¿Por qué es un buen sitio? Elodin se quedó contemplando el agua largo rato antes de contestar. —Es un borde. Es un lugar elevado con la posibilidad de caer. Las cosas se ven más fácilmente desde los bordes. El peligro despierta la mente dormida. Hace que veamos claras algunas cosas. Para ser nominador hay que ver las cosas. —¿Y la caída? —pregunté. —Si te caes, te caes —dijo Elodin encogiendo los hombros—. A veces caer también nos enseña cosas. En los sueños muchas veces caes antes de despertar.

Now!” Elodin shouted without preamble. “Tell me things!

Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts.

there is the third path. The path of Kvothe.” He strode to stand shoulder to shoulder with me, facing Fela. “You sense something between you. Something wonderful and delicate.” He gave a romantic, lovelorn sigh. “And, because you desire certainty in all things, you decide to force the issue. You take the shortest route. Simplest is best, you think.” Elodin extended his own hands and made wild grasping motions in Fela’s direction. “So you reach out and you grab this young woman’s breasts.” There was a burst of startled laughter from everyone except Fela and myself. I scowled. She crossed her arms in front of her chest and her flush spread down her neck until it was hidden by her shirt. Elodin turned his back to her and looked me in the eye. “Re’lar Kvothe,” he said seriously. “I am trying to wake your sleeping mind to the subtle language the world is whispering. I am trying to seduce you into understanding. I am trying to teach you.” He leaned forward until his face was almost touching mine. “Quit grabbing at my tits.

Elodin nodded. "It is a lovely name," he said politely. "And it suits you." "It does," she agreed. "It is like having a flower in my heart.

—¿Cómo llamé al viento si no sabía cómo hacerlo? Elodin dio una fuerte palmada. —¡Esa es una excelente pregunta! La respuesta es que todos tenemos dos mentes: una mente despierta y una mente dormida. Nuestra mente despierta es la que piensa, habla y razona. Pero la mente dormida es más poderosa. Ella ve en lo más profundo de las cosas. Es la parte de nosotros que sueña. Lo recuerda todo. Nos proporciona intuición. Tu mente despierta no entiende la naturaleza de los nombres. Pero tu mente dormida sí. Ella ya sabe muchas cosas que tu mente despierta ignora.

First. Our young lovers can try to express what they feel. They can try to play the half-heard song their hearts are singing.” Elodin paused for effect. “This is the path of the honest fool, and it will go badly. This thing between you is too tremulous for talk. It is a spark so faint that even the most careful breath might snuff it out.” Master Namer shook his head. “Even if you are clever and have a way with words, you are doomed in this. Because while your mouths might speak the same language, your hearts do not.” He looked at me intently. “This is an issue of translation.

—Con Elodin nunca se sabe —dije—. Si no está loco, es el mejor actor que he conocido jamás.

Tienes un don para las palabras. Supongo que esa es una de las razones por las que acabaste con Elodin.

—¡Exactamente! —dijo Elodin. Su rostro se había iluminado—. Traducción. Todo conocimiento explícito es conocimiento traducido, y toda traducción es imperfecta.

Sentí frío. Impasible, recogí los trozos de mi mente y los junté. Era Kvothe el artista de troupe, Edena Ruh de nacimiento. Era Kvothe el estudiante, Re’lar de Elodin. Era Kvothe el músico. Era Kvothe.

I leafed through the ledger until I spotted Elodin’s name, then ran my finger back to where the title of the class was listed in fresh dark ink: “Introduction to Not Being a Stupid Jackass.

I suddenly realized what was going on. “Oh God,” I said. “Whose rooms are these?” Elodin gave a satisfied nod. “Very good. I would also have accepted, Why don’t you have a key for this room? or What are we doing in here?

It is an edge,” he said at last. “It is a high place with a chance of falling. Things are more easily seen from edges. Danger rouses the sleeping mind. It makes some things clear. Seeing things is a part of being a namer.” “What about falling?” I asked. “If you fall, you fall.” Elodin shrugged. “Sometimes falling teaches us things too. In dreams you often fall before you wake.

—Se puede dividir el infinito un número infinito de veces, y las partes resultantes seguirán siendo infinitamente grandes —dijo Uresh con su extraño acento lenatti—. Pero si divides un número no infinito un número infinito de veces, las partes resultantes son no infinitamente pequeñas. Como son no infinitamente pequeñas, pero hay un número infinito de ellas, si las sumas, obtienes una suma infinita. De lo que se desprende que, de hecho, cualquier número es infinito. —¡Uau! —exclamó Elodin tras una larga pausa. Se puso muy serio y apuntó con un dedo al alumno de Lenatt—. Uresh. Tu próxima tarea es acostarte con una mujer. Si no sabes cómo hacerlo, ven a hablar conmigo después de clase.

Así, cuando encuentre las respuestas, las valorará más. Cuanto más difícil es la pregunta, más difícil la búsqueda. Cuanto más difícil es la búsqueda, más aprendemos. Una pregunta imposible... Me interrumpí. De pronto lo había entendido. Elodin. Aquello era lo que había estado haciendo Elodin. Lo único que había hecho en su clase. Los juegos, las pistas, los acertijos crípticos. Todos eran, a su manera, preguntas.

Master Elodin" I said breathing a little hard, "Might I ask you a quick question?" "Statistically speaking it's pretty likely".. "May I ask you a question then?" "I doubt any power known to man could stop you.

Veréis, mi espectacular llegada a la Universidad había causado un revuelo considerable. Había entrado en el Arcano en tres días en lugar de en tres bimestres, que era lo habitual. Era el miembro más joven, con casi dos años de diferencia. Había desafiado abiertamente a un maestro delante de toda la clase y me había salvado de la expulsión. Me habían azotado y no había llorado ni sangrado. Por si eso fuera poco, había conseguido enfurecer al maestro Elodin hasta el punto de que él me había empujado desde el tejado de las Gavias. Dejé que esa historia circulara sin corregirla, pues era preferible a la bochornosa verdad. Todo eso era suficiente para generar un constante flujo de rumores sobre mí, y decidí aprovecharme de ello. La reputación es como una especie de armadura, o un arma que puedes blandir en caso de necesidad. Decidí que, ya que iba a ser arcanista, ¿por qué no ser un arcanista famoso? Así que solté unas cuantas informaciones: me habían admitido sin carta de recomendación. Los maestros me habían dado tres talentos en lugar de cobrarme la matrícula. Había sobrevivido varios años en las calles de Tarbean, viviendo de mi ingenio. Incluso lancé unos cuantos rumores que eran auténticas sandeces, mentiras descaradas que la gente repetía pese a que resultaba evidente que no eran ciertas. Tenía sangre de demonio en las venas. Veía en la oscuridad. Solo dormía una hora todas las noches. Cuando había luna llena, hablaba en sueños, en un idioma extraño que nadie entendía. Basil, mi antiguo compañero de litera de las Dependencias, me ayudó a propagar esos rumores. Yo me inventaba la historia, él se la contaba a unos cuantos, y juntos veíamos cómo se extendían como el fuego por un campo. Era un pasatiempo muy entretenido.

It was only then I realized I didn’t know the name of Elodin’s class. I leafed through the ledger until I spotted Elodin’s name, then ran my finger back to where the title of the class was listed in fresh dark ink: “Introduction to Not Being a Stupid Jackass.” I

Master Namer,” the Chancellor said with equal parts deference and trepidation. Elodin was younger than the others by at least a dozen years. Clean-shaven with deep eyes. Medium height, medium build, there was nothing particularly striking about him, except for the way he sat at the table, one moment watching something intently, the next minute bored and letting his attention wander among the high beams of the ceiling above. He was almost like a child who had been forced to sit down with adults

The Yllish people never developed a written language,” she said. “Not true,” Elodin said. “They used a system of woven knots.” He made a complex motion with his hands, as if braiding something. “And they were doing it long before we started scratching pictograms on the skins of sheep.” “I didn’t say they lacked recorded language,” Inyssa muttered. “I said written language.” Elodin managed to convey his vast boredom in a simple shrug. Inyssa frowned at him. “Fine. There’s a type of dog in Sceria that gives birth through a vestigial penis,” she said. “Wow,” Elodin said. “Okay. Yeah.

I spotted Elodin’s name, then ran my finger back to where the title of the class was listed in fresh dark ink: “Introduction to Not Being a Stupid Jackass.

You can divide infinity an infinite number of times, and the resulting pieces will still be infinitely large,” Uresh said in his odd Lenatti accent. “But if you divide a non-infinite number an infinite number of times the resulting pieces are non-infinitely small. Since they are non-infinitely small, but there are an infinite number of them, if you add them back together, their sum is infinite. This implies any number is, in fact, infinite.” “Wow,” Elodin said after a long pause. He leveled a serious finger at the Lenatti man. “Uresh. Your next assignment is to have sex. If you do not know how to do this, see me after class.” He turned to look at Inyssa.

Ah,” Elodin said. “No. Not in the least. You see, the Archives are Lorren’s domain, his kingdom. Those secrets are not mine to give away.