Glyn Quotes

Romance is the glamour which turns the dust of everyday life into a golden haze.

The minds of some human beings are as moles, grubbing in the earth for worms. They have no eyes to see God's sky with the stars in it.

Kill and Glyn took the year off and are touring the world, backpacking, and completely disconnected from civilization. They’ve been on their trip for about three months now. They’re engaged, too.” “Oh fuck. I missed that as well? Who else is engaged?” “Anni and Creigh. Lan and Mia. Bran and Niko. They’re getting married before Jeremy and me because Niko is in a hurry.

You spend more time with Killian than with us, Glyn.” Creighton looks at her, then slides his attention to Ava. “And you ignore everyone when my brother is around.” He stares at Cecily. “As for you, let’s just say you’ve been sneaking out whenever everyone is asleep. So do not, under any circumstances, attempt to make Annika feel bad about choosing herself.

Be it a just war or an unpopular war, the effects are the same for the soldier fighting the war.

Sundays, like a stanza break Or shower's end of all applause, For some old unexplaining sake The optimistic tread these shores, As lonely as the dead awake Or God among the dinosaurs.

...I have read but little of Madame Glyn. I did not know that things like "It" were going on. I have misspent my days. When I think of all those hours I flung away in reading William James and Santayana, when I might have been reading of life, throbbing, beating, perfumed life, I practically break down. Where, I ask you, have I been, that no true word of Madame Glyn's literary feats has come to me? But even those far, far better informed than I must work a bit over the opening sentence of Madame Glyn's foreword to her novel" "This is not," the says, drawing her emeralds warmly about her, "the story of the moving picture entitled It, but a full character study of the story It, which the people in the picture read and discuss." I could go mad, in a nice way, straining to figure that out. ...Well it turns out that Ava and John meet, and he begins promptly to "vibrate with passion." ... ...It goes on for nearly three hundred pages, with both of them vibrating away like steam launches." -Review of the book, It, by Elinor Glyn. Review title: Madame Glyn Lectures on "It," with Illustrations; November 26, 1927.

His grandfather had told him many times that the greatest enemies of a fighting man were death and women.

She looked like green rhubarb juice, and he had the expression of 'Damn!' all over him.

a woman has “it” when she exhibits a “magnetism” which is irresistible, “unorthodox” in her ways.

Accountability is about one person taking responsibility. If two people are accountable for the same decision, no one is really accountable. —GLYN HOLTON, INVESTMENT RISK MANAGEMENT CONSULTANT

Soren, this is my mother, Jenna Glyn. Mom, this is Soren, my ...' She blinks and shakes her head before saying, '... my everything.' Jenna's eyes widen in horror, and I don't mind because I dislike her, too. Vehemently.

At Birkin Grif's left, his seat insecure on a scruffy packhorse, Theomeris Glyn, his only armour a steel-stressed leather cap, grumbled at the cold and the earliness of the hour, and cursed the flint hearts of city girls.

Nice feelings are for people who have money to live as they please. If I had ten thousand a year, or even five, I would snap my fingers at all men, and say, 'No, I make my life as I choose, and shall cultivate knowledge and books, and indulge in beautiful ideas of honor and exalted sentiments, and perhaps one day succumb to a noble passion.

in 1927 she became, and would forevermore remain, the “It Girl.” “It” was first a two-part article and then a novel by a flame-haired English novelist named Elinor Glyn, who was known for writing juicy romances in which the main characters did a lot of undulating (“she undulated round and all over him, twined about him like a serpent”) and for being the mistress for some years of Lord Curzon, former viceroy of India. “It,” as Glyn explained, “is that quality possessed by some few persons which draws all others with its magnetic life force. With it you win all men if you are a woman—and all women if you are a man.

The Book is divine, immortal, and ever young. He who was in it for our fathers is in it for us. And since He is in it, as He is in no other literature in the world,

The solution to the mystery is always inferior to the mystery itself.

hobbledehoys,

Bow was originally billed as the “Brooklyn Bonfire,” then as the “Hottest Jazz Baby in Films,” but in 1927 she became, and would forevermore remain, the “It Girl.” “It” was first a two-part article and then a novel by a flame-haired English novelist named Elinor Glyn, who was known for writing juicy romances in which the main characters did a lot of undulating (“she undulated round and all over him, twined about him like a serpent”) and for being the mistress for some years of Lord Curzon, former viceroy of India. “It,” as Glyn explained, “is that quality possessed by some few persons which draws all others with its magnetic life force. With it you win all men if you are a woman—and all women if you are a man.” Asked by a reporter to name some notable possessors of “It,” Glyn cited Rudolph Valentino, John Gilbert, and Rex the Wonder Horse. Later she extended the list to include the doorman at the Ambassador Hotel in Los Angeles. It the novel was a story in which the two principal characters—Ava and Larry, both dripping with “It”—look at each other with “burning eyes” and “a fierce gleam” before getting together to “vibrate with passion.” As Dorothy Parker summed up the book in The New Yorker, “It goes on for nearly three hundred pages, with both of them vibrating away like steam-launches.

Having started when everything had to be recorded at once, I have never lost the value of musicians interacting with one another as they play. This can be so subtle, and invariably is nothing more than a subconscious emotive reaction to what others are playing around you, with what you are contributing having the same effect on them. When a musician overdubs his or her part onto an existing track, this ceases to be a two-way reaction. With only the musician who is added being affected by what he or she is playing to. Recording equipment was originally designed to capture the performance of a piece of music. Now it influences the way music is written and performed.

Odysseus’s Challenge Tyndareus

Everything is someone. Colours, cutlery, capital letters. A's complacent, B indignant, C tricky, D worthy, I can't help this, never could. The hot tap thinks the cold two's common, the cold tap thinks the hot tap's precious. I back out of my small bathroom peacemaking - you're both right for pete's sake - my fingers are clannish brothers with a secret, my toes a mum and her babies, my slippers hush me: pipe down they're trying to sleep, and yet the void's a void? Perhaps that's all humans do, fill the space with folks to meet... my own heart let me have more pity on...

Sladkey recalls the first time he found and sent a bug to Linus: "My first contribution was in porting some program, probably one of my smaller personal projects. I discovered a bug. Since Linux came with source, my first inclination as a hacker was to take a look under the hood and see if I could fix the problem. I found that although I had never done any kernel work, that I was able to navigate around the code pretty easily and provide a small patch to correct the problem. "With my heart beating and my palms sweating, I composed the most professional message I could muster and sent it off to linus.torvalds@cs.helsinki.fi describing the bug and including my proposed fix. Minutes later he replied something like, 'Yup, that's a bug. Nice investigation. Thanks. Fixed,' and I was hooked.

There were in fact bugs," he recalls, "But the essential difference was in the obviousness of bugs, the repeatability of bugs, and potential for fixing bugs oneself. In this environment, bugs were only temporary delays on a steady road towards excellence and stability.

Come again soon,’ Glyn said, as he gave her a final kiss. CHAPTER SIXTEEN THIS MORNING, Jeremy had invited two old friends to come round for a rubber or two of bridge after supper. One of them, Walter Collingwood, had spent most of his working life in their office. He’d been a friend as well as a colleague and Jeremy had eventually made him chief accountant. He’d retired before the war, but when Jeremy had asked him he’d come back to help. Jeremy admired Walter and knew him to be hard-working and trustworthy. The other, Veronica Terry, was almost family. She

You’ll never really know until you let her do her thing. Trusting her as she asked will go a long way after this hurdle is cleared. Believe me when I say, women remember when you give them freedom. It doesn’t have to be real, and you can always watch from the background, but the smokescreen of it is enough. So be patient. If that doesn’t work, you can always do what you promised after the one-day deadline is over. We’ll raid the Heathens' mansion together. Lan will take care of Kill—he can’t stand him after the whole Glyn thing. I’ll keep the crazy dog Nikolai down. Pretty sure Bran and Remi can hold off Gareth. And you’ll have fucker Jeremy all for yourself.

Xander: My condolences about Glyn, Captain. It’s my worst nightmare to imagine some fucker taking away my Cecily.

despite a conducive environment and comforting faith, there is unease among the rooms’ inhabitants, a rising tide of something close to fear. They know that a terrible ghost is abroad in the cloisters of Microsoft. The

This turn of events might have left Stallman in despair, but he channeled his pain into an anger that would spur him on to undertake a crusade that continues to this day. He

Then, when friends and fortune have departed from you, you will rise again from the dead.’ ‘Thank

took an instant dislike to him and this impression was to remain with me for many years, until I met him under completely different circumstances and came to realize what an exceptional man he was. If you want a great read you should get his book, written with Robert Greenfield, called Bill Graham Presents. It is a fascinating autobiography of an extraordinary man.

He was such a throwaway thing of no importance, and yet he existed and would make that existence worthwhile.

Aiden He takes her time and he’s being a little shit about it, making a face at me behind her back. Cole I hate him a little less now. Aiden Why the hell do you hate him? What’s wrong with my son? Cole The fact that he’s your son. And that he keeps roaming around my Ava like a shadow. I mean it, I’m breaking his legs before he comes near her. Ronan I like him, though. If I had a daughter, I’d definitely give her to him. Speaking of which, Xan, you still didn’t change your mind about Cecily for Remi? Xander Fuck you, Ron. My Cecily won’t be anyone’s but ours. Ronan Your loss, mon ami. There’s Glyn and Ava and they’ll fight over my Rem. Cole Leave my daughter out of this or you’ll regret it, Ron. Levi Submit a proposition with favourable conditions and I might consider giving Glyn away. Ronan Now we’re talking. Let me tell Remi the news. He should be okay with it since I taught him to keep his options open.

Elsa Eli asked me today how long it took me to marry his daddy. Kimberly Cecily asked where she can find someone like her daddy *laughing emoji* Astrid Bran and Lan only ask why the hell we had Glyn. They think she’s spoilt and unnecessary. They called their sister unnecessary. Teal And then there’s Remi, who keeps asking if he came out of me like the cub came from the lioness we watched in the documentary. He had an argument about it with Ronan and didn’t speak to him for an hour, thinking his daddy hurt me.

Not only that, but Kill and Glyn will get married next month. Lan and Mia in six months. Anni and Creigh set the date for in a year. Oh, and Ari will probably follow soon after if she has a say in it.

I don’t know and I don’t think he has the answer to that either. Love can’t be forced or explained, it just happens, Glyn.

in the case of the miners, there was an alternative. It did not make economic sense to close the mines. The Oxford economist Andrew Glyn convincingly argued that even if the pits were as uneconomic as the NCB suggested (and in fact many still had sufficient resources to merit mining for decades to come), the resulting unemployment would oblige the NCB and the taxpayer funding larger retirement pensions, thousands of redundancy payments and millions of pounds in unemployment benefit. It was cheaper to keep the miners in work.

There is little point in getting a dog and barking yourself.

Glyn Johns, by contrast, was flummoxed by the group’s self-indulgent, two-day pot-infused trip. “They were just getting high and jamming,”35 he grumbled. His disapproval was not lost on the band. According to Johns, when the session wound down, the two Dennys took him to one side to take him to task. “They said, ‘We’re not happy with you as a producer. You’re not taking any interest in what we are doing.’ I said, ‘When you do something that’s interesting, I’m there. But if you think because you are playing with Paul McCartney that everything you do is a gem of marvelous music, you’re wrong. It isn’t. It’s shite. Frankly it’s a waste of tape and it’s a waste of my energy.’”36 Recording

Sir Cosmo is a somewhat shadowy figure, largely because there are no surviving letters between him and Lucy. He was a keen sportsman and enjoyed life at Maryculter, the family house in Aberdeenshire, a great deal more than Lucy did, although she spent some time there in the very early years of their marriage. While there, one of his favourite sports was to make the younger members of the houseparty don fencing masks while he shot at them with wax bullets. This was meant to stiffen their resolve. He had lost an eye in a shooting accident but this did not stop him being an all-round athlete. Unfortunately, Lucy's distrust of men was by now very deep-rooted.

The other half of everything for the songwriters is music. For the poets it’s silence, the space, the whiteness. Music for them – and silence for us – does the work of time. I think our gig is harder. Their enemy reaches out, plays chords, goes hey we could be friends if you play your cards right. Our enemy simply waits, like it knows the arts of war. Songs are strung upon sounds, poems upon silence. Songwriters stir up a living tradition, poets make flowers grow in air. Bob Dylan and John Keats are at different work. It would be nice never to be asked about this again. *

A fuck from Fred usually lasted less than a minute.

She both hated and loved him.

could not bear to think that they might love another woman . . . I dare not let them go to the embraces of anyone else . . .

No one should ever underestimate the influence that Pete Townshend has had on popular music. There is no question in my mind that both he and The Who were every bit as influential as The Beatles and the Stones as the UK invasion took America and the rest of the world by storm. He was equally as innovative as a musician and lyricist, finding a way to state the feelings of the mod generation he and the band represented. The combination of these four unlikely cohorts interpreting Pete’s writing was something to behold, each of them contributing in his own original way. The seemingly uncontrolled explosion of energy they produced, glued together by exceptional musicianship.

John had recently appeared in the Stones’ Rock and Roll Circus in a supergroup that was an unlikely combination of him, Keith Richards, Eric Clapton, and Mitch Mitchell. It was unrehearsed, and the performance was just a bit of fun really. I was in my booth, way up in the gods, recording the sound for the show, and the area on the set where they were playing was obscured from my view. All was going well until I heard this extraordinary noise that sounded like someone stepping on the cat. I panicked, thinking that a piece of equipment might be malfunctioning, while peering at the screen trying to see if it was adversely affecting the guys onstage. All of a sudden a picture appeared of a small figure with a black bag over its head with a mic cable disappearing into it. It turned out to be Yoko, who had decided to contribute to the proceedings. How anyone could have considered her intrusion to be in any way musical is a complete mystery to me.

As it turned out, none of this mattered, as in the end, after the group broke up, John gave the tapes to Phil Spector, who puked all over them, turning the album into the most syrupy load of bullshit I have ever heard. My master tape, perhaps quite rightly, ended

Train to Canada ah that is Gibson Girl Elinor Glyn. Rush for seat of course like a refugee train those are reserved seats pulled him down... so what now Joan talking about Neal's work can be placed Joan is dead long live the queen strip polka ... strip poker ... play it skit hell group we said it ... so the game with him and one other... is it not so as to see it like ... If all enzyme have images like all junkies look alike that is because of the special addict enzyme ... All schizos look alike... All queers look alike... and all criminals and all Lesbians Lesbians all have that cold fish look ... So these archetypes all have the corresponding enzyme system ... Withdraw the enzyme, you starve out the archetype ... The new look will blend all the archetypes into a spontaneous matrix... The new look will not be dominated by any one enzyme, will be the uninvaded look not of innocence but of knowledge.

How did Dad fall in love with you, Mum?” “I don’t know and I don’t think he has the answer to that either. Love can’t be forced or explained, it just happens, Glyn.

The take of ‘Let It Be’ they were filling out was recorded on January 31, 1969, and uniquely among the January recordings, it had already received a postproduction touch-up—a guitar solo, recorded by George on April 30. Glyn Johns used that version for his Get Back sequence, and that, combined with the new recording of ‘I Me Mine,’ and the planned refurbishing of ‘Across the Universe’ meant that the “no overdubs” rule for the album was truly abandoned. The overdubs undertaken on January 4 were extensive and included Linda’s debut on a Beatles recording, singing backing vocals with George. “It was supposed to be me and Mary Hopkin,” Linda recalled, “but she’d gone home.

The band spent much of June 29 jamming and playing through ‘To You,’ the song Paul wanted to record once the studio was set up and tested. If having two new band members wasn’t enough of a wild card for Paul, there was also his decision to bring Chris Thomas in to co-produce. Paul had mixed feelings about producers, George Martin excepted. It was handy having another pair of trusted and experienced ears in the studio, and in theory having someone who would challenge you could yield a better album. But Paul was secure enough in his ideas that challenges were often batted away. “I don’t care what you think, this is what we’re going to do.” The few times Paul tried working with a producer, post-Beatles, had ended in grief. Jim Guercio, brought in to help get Ram over the line, lasted only a few days. Glyn Johns left the sessions for Red Rose Speedway early, complaining that Wings were unfocused.