Gratis Quotes

kata-kata adalah kitab suci gratis tak dibukukan yang dirapalkan sesuka mungkin berteriak melampaui bintang-bintang angkasa sepasang tikus bercumbu di tong sampah dedaunan tua menyelimuti mereka. tapi malam adalah khotbah panjang membosankan dari monolog langit bersepuh butiran garam cahaya yang kau sebut planet, UFO, pesawat terbang apapun itu—selama mungkin mereka menghampar dalam satu kekerasan: ad infinitum!

Children get food shelter pocket money longholidays and love, all of it apparently free gratis, and most of the little fools think it's a sort of compensation for having been born. 'There are no strings on me!' They sang; but I, pinnoccio, saw the strings. Parents are impelled by the profit motive - nothing more, nothing less. For their attentions, they expected, from me, the immense dividend of greatness.

Let me tell you this, when social workers offer you, free, gratis and for nothing, something to hinder you from swooning, which with them is an obsession, it is useless to recoil, they will pursue you to the ends of the earth, the vomitory in their hands. The Salvation Army is no better. Against the charitable gesture there is no defence, that I know of. You sink your head, you put out your hands all trembling and twined together and you say, Thank you, thank you lady, thank you kind lady. To him who has nothing it is forbidden not to relish filth.

I need you to scry for Lousha," he said. "You told me once that you could." "Yeah, I can get you in her vicinity." Garreth had taken Lucia's scent into him and could find her from miles away. "That'll work." Witches could come in handy, he supposed. "But I don't do gratis." Garreth bluidy hated witches! "Charge me what you will! Just give me the fucking coordinates." In the background, he heard Bowen say, "Mari, never let it be said that I doona support your extortion--" "Entrepreneurial-ness," she corrected. "But a family discount, love, would no' be amiss." "The whole family? Fine," she said. "I'm scrying." While Garreth waited, she groused about how extended the "MacRieve pack" was.

He said, moreover, "Teach those who are ignorant as many things as possible; society is culpable, in that it does not afford instruction gratis; it is responsible for the night which it produces. This soul is full of shadow; sin is therein committed. The guilty one is not the person who has committed the sin, but the person who has created the shadow." It will be perceived that he had a peculiar manner of his own of judging things: I suspect that he obtained it from the Gospel.

Las palabras son gratis, decía y se las apropiaba, todas eran suyas. ella sembró en mi cabeza la idea de que la realidad no es sólo como se percibe en la superficie, también tiene una dimensión mágica y, si a uno se le antoja, es legítimo esagerarla y ponerle color para que el tránsito por esta vida no resulte tan aburrido. --Eva Luna

In the beginning of human creativity, everything good was God-given, there was no patent on manna from heaven, no copyright on the blueprints of the Mishkan, and people entertained themselves by dancing with a statue of a golden calf at the foot of Mount Sinai. The Bible is of course all in the public domain; the Lord gave His words to Moses, gratis.

Cuando uno se enamora las cuadrillas del tiempo hacen escala en el olvido la desdicha se llena de milagros el miedo se convierte en osadía y la muerte no sale de su cueva enamorarse es un presagio gratis una ventana abierta al árbol nuevo una proeza de los sentimientos una bonanza casi insoportable y un ejercicio contra el infortunio por el contrario desenamorarse es ver el cuerpo como es y no como la otra mirada lo inventaba es regresar más pobre al viejo enigma y dar con la tristeza en el espejo

Teach those who are ignorant as many things as possible; society is culpable, in that it does not afford instruction gratis; it is responsible for the night which it produces" "If the soul is left in darkness, sins will be committed. The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but he who causes the darkness.

Zo moet het met oude echtparen gaan, dacht ik; voor haar blijft in de oude man de jonge bewaard en voor hem de schoonheid en gratie van de jonge vrouw in de oude. (184)

salvation is all of grace, which means, free, gratis, for nothing.

Sebenarnya aku berusaha menjadi pengecut karena pilihan lainnya, alasan sebenarnya aku melarikan diri, adalah karena Assef mengatakan kebenaran: Tak ada yang gratis di dunia ini.

Nimeni nu vrea să fie ca mine, de fapt. Nimeni nu vrea să ducă o viață cu droguri, gratis sau cumpărate, sex hardcore cu un tip care e etalonul perfecțiunii, cu o mamă nebună și depresivă, și… fără să aibă prieteni.

Dalszą pozycją w jego arsenale był zapach wzbudzający litość, skuteczny na kobiety w średnim i podeszłym wieku. Trącił rozwodnionym mlekiem i czystym białym drewnem. Grenouille – nawet jeżeli zjawiał się nieogolony, z ponurą miną i w wierzchnim okryciu – sprawiał wówczas zabiedzonego, bledziutkiego chłopaczka w postrzępionej kurtce, któremu koniecznie trzeba pomóc. Przekupki na rynku, poruszone tym zapachem, wtykały mu orzechy i suszone gruszki, ponieważ wydawał im się wygłodzony i bezradny. Rzeźniczka zaś, skądinąd kawał jędzy, pozwalała mu wybierać stare cuchnące ochłapy mięsa i kości i zabierać to sobie gratis, ponieważ ów zapach niewinności wzruszał jej macierzyńskie serce.

He said, moreover, "Teach those who are ignorant as many things as possible; society is culpable, in that it does not afford instruction gratis; it is responsible for the night which it produces. This soul is full of shadow; sin is therein committed. The guilty one is not the person who has committed the sin, but the person who has created the shadow.

En esta vida nada es gratis. Todo tiene un precio y todos deben pagar por ello.

Nada es gratis en la vida, doctor. Todo tiene un precio. Yo, simplemente, estoy pagando una deuda que tengo con usted.

«Gratis?» ha detto la mamma. È l'unica parola al mondo a cui non sa resistere. Da anni le teniamo nascosto che si muore gratis, perché sarebbe capace di suicidarsi all'istante.

Every season of life is an edition that corrects the one before and which will also be corrected itself until the definitive edition, which the publisher gives to the worms gratis.

Don’t they understand that in order to acquire an opinion what is needed first of all is labor, one’s own labor, one’s own initiative and experience! Nothing can ever be acquired gratis. If

Teach the ignorant as much as you possibly can: society is culpable for not giving instruction gratis, and is responsible for the night it produces. This soul s full of darkness, and sin is committed, but the guilt person is not the man who commits the sin, but he who produces the darkness.

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Well, I am rather afraid of that visit," said Clifford. "It seems to me it will be rather like going to school again." The Baroness looked at him a moment. "My dear child," she said, "there is no agreeable man who has not, at some moment, been to school to a clever woman--probably a little older than himself. And you must be thankful when you get your instructions gratis. With me you would get it gratis.

Teach those who are ignorant as many things as possible; society is culpable, in that it does not afford instruction gratis; it is responsible for the night which it produces. This soul is full of shadow; sin is therein committed. The guilty one is not the person who has committed the sin, but the person who has created the shadow.

El libro de la sabiduría. Simab dijo: “Venderé el libro de la sabiduría por cien piezas de oro, y algunos dirán que es barato.” Yunus Marmar le dijo: “Y yo regalaré la llave para comprenderlo, y casi nadie la tomará, incluso aunque sea gratis.

Cinta tidak perlu dibeli – karena ia gratis. Ia tidak perlu diciptakan, tidak bisa diciptakan – karena ia selalu ada. Ia tidak dapat diciptakan, maka tidak pernah berakhir. Tidak bisa mati. Segala sesuatu yang romantis, puitis, bahkan segala macam filsafat, ada di dalamnya. Maka, sobatku, kadang cinta membingungkan. Karena, ia juga fisika, ia juga matematika, ia juga kimia

Christ will never more come down to earth nor will there be any law-giver, nor will murder cease nor theft, nor rape, and yet... and yet one expects something, something terrifyingly marvellous and absurd, perhaps a cold lobster with mayonnaise served gratis, perhaps an invention, like the electric light, like television, only more devastating, more soul rending, an invention unthinkable that will bring a shattering calm and void, not the calm and void of death but of life such as the monks dreamed, such as is dreamed still in the Himalayas, in Tibet, in Lahore, in the Aleutian Islands, in Polynesia, in Easter Island, the dream of men before the flood, before the word was written, the dream of cave men and anthropophagists, of those with double sex and short tails, of those who are said to be crazy and have no way of defending themselves because they are outnumbered by those who are not crazy.

Zij was nog een meisje, een kind, maar in haar ogen en op haar gezicht kon je de waakzaamheid en de onrust van deze eeuw al aflezen. Alle thema's, alle tranen en beledigingen, alle beweegredenen, alle opgehoopte haat en trots van deze eeuw stonden op haar gezicht en postuur geschreven, in het mengsel ook van haar meisjesachtige bedeesdheid en haar vermetele gratie. Je kon uit haar naam en uit haar lippen de aanklacht tegen deze eeuw indienen en uitroepen. U zult moeten toegeven, dat dat geen kleinigheid was. Het had iets van een voorbeschikking, van een voorteken ook. Het was iets, waar zij van nature over beschikt moet hebben, iets waar zij recht op gehad moet hebben.

It is, therefore, necessary to be suspicious of those who seek to convince us with means other than reason, and of charismatic leaders: we must be cautious about delegating to others our judgement and our will. Since it is difficult to distinguish true prophets from false, it is as well to regard all prophets with suspicion. It is better to renounce revealed truths, even if they exalt us by their splendor of if we find them convenient because we can acquire them gratis. It is better to content oneself with other more modest and less exiting truths, those one acquires painfully, little by little and without shortcuts, with study, discussion, and reasoning, those that can we verified and demonstrated.

A los ignorantes enseñadles lo más que podáis; la sociedad es culpable por no dar instrucción gratis; es responsable de la oscuridad que con esto produce. Si un alma sumida en las tinieblas comete un pecado, el culpable no es en realidad el que peca, sino el que no disipa las tinieblas

Shredding and slicing, dividing and subdividing, the clocks of Harley Street nibbled at the June day, counselled submission, upheld authority, and pointed out in a chorus the supreme advantages of a sense of proportion, until the mound of time was so far diminished that a commercial clock, suspended above a shop in Oxford Street, announced, genially and fraternally, as if it were a pleasure to Messrs Rigby and Lowndes to give the information gratis, that is was half-past one.

Teach those who are ignorant as many things as possible; society is culpable, in that it does not afford instruction gratis; it is responsible for the night which it produces. This soul is full of shadow; sin is therein committed. The guilty one is not the person who has committed the sin, but the person who has created the shadow.” It

así como ahora muchos trabajos se pagan con reconocimiento y visibilidad, por mucho tiempo el trabajo de las mujeres se pagó con dependencia y amor. No es inocente esta analogía que permite identificar cómo el entusiasmo es fácilmente utilizado para valerse de quienes trabajarán gratis y hasta puede que den las gracias, reforzando desigualdad.

Imperialism as an arrangement, however, has remained largely invisible to the discipline of economics, even to its best practitioners and even in the colonial period. No less a person than John Maynard Keynes, in his classic work The Economic Consequences of the Peace (1919), where he talks of the ‘economic Eldorado’ that prewar Europe represented, fails to mention that this Eldorado rested upon an elaborate framework of imperialism. Europe’s accessing of food from the ‘new world’, an important aspect of this Eldorado, would not have been possible if this food had not been paid for, through an intricate arrangement, by Britain’s appropriation gratis of a part of the surplus of its colonies and semi-colonies (‘drain of wealth’), and by its export of manufactured goods to its colonies and semi-colonies at the expense of their local producers (‘de-industrialization’).

There are two types of people in the world: leaders and followers.

For once, fate us taking a problem off our hands gratis. Let's smile, say thank you and stay the hell out of it!

According to him, on principle you should distrust any language that uses the same word for libre and gratis.

Spesso non ci accorgiamo di quello che abbiamo, non siamo grati alla vita.

-Medio penique por cabeza. Eso es. Los que no tengan cabeza entran gratis.

Aquello que se da gratis nunca es conocimiento. Puede ser información....pero el conocimiento no llega de esa manera.

—A los ignorantes enseñadles las más cosas que podáis: la sociedad es culpada de no dar la instrucción gratis: ella es la responsable de la oscuridad que con esto produce.

Curioso que el matrimonio, una exposición pública con entrada gratis, dé lugar a la más secreta de las relaciones, el adulterio.

la sociedad es culpable por no dar instrucción gratis; es responsable de la oscuridad que con esto produce.

Había sido siempre tan asquerosamente responsable y observadora de lo "correcto" que podría hacer un millar de maldades y le saldrían gratis ante las autoridades celestes

Tin sa il contrazic pe Smiley, iubirea o fi gratis, dar, ca la banca, are costurile ei ascunse…

¿cómo consigue esta alianza entre el capitalismo y el patriarcado que las mujeres trabajemos gratis sin obligarnos por la fuerza? Con la magia del amor romántico y del amor maternal,

Si te parabas a buscarla, podías encontrar belleza casi en cualquier parte; sin embargo, muchas veces, la batalla para llegar al final de cada jornada te hacía olvidar que existía ese lujo, y que era gratis

Itu sama aja kayak iklan-iklan kartu prabayar handphone di tivi. Banyak provider yang nawarin SMS gratislah, telpon gratislah, tapi ujung-ujungnya tetap aja kita harus bayar. Kalo ada yang bener-bener gratis pun layanannya bisa dipastiin ngejengkelin banget. Yang sering trouble-lah, gak ada jaringanlah. Atau, kalo gak, gratisnya pada jam-jam drakula keluyuran gitu: mulai jam satu malam sampe jam lima subuh. Emangnya mau telepon-teleponan sama kuntilanak?

Lefever describes his financing plan with modesty: "'Our detailed budget is realistic, but does not take into account the inflation that may occur before September 1983. The one place it could cut or reduce is item 7, the simultaneous interpreter services, if these services could be provided gratis by the U.S. government.'" "In other words, the only way to make a saving on a U.S.-subsidized project is to take money out of another U.S.-subsidized column.

Tú puedes hacerlo, debes hacerlo y, si tienes la valentía de empezar, lo harás. Escribir es mágico; es, en la misma medida que cualquier otra arte de creación, el agua de la vida. El agua es gratis. Conque bebe. Bebe y sacia tu sed

Las mujeres necesitaban entender bien que no podían dar cualquier cosa gratis cuando se trata de un hombre, una sonrisa incluida. Tenía que trabajar para ello, tenía que ganárselo porque… él quería trabajar para eso, necesitaba ganárselo

It is Never Too Late to Mend." Since it can never be too late To change your life, or else renew it, Let the unpleasant process wait Until you are compelled to do it. The State provides (and gratis too) Establishments for such as you. Remember this, and pluck up heart, That, be you publican or parson, Your ev'ry art must have a start, From petty larceny to arson; And even in the burglar's trade, The cracksman is not born, but made. So, if in your career of crime, You fail to carry out some "coup", Then try again a second time, And yet again, until you do; And don't despair, or fear the worst, Because you get found out at first. Perhaps the battle will not go, On all occasions, to the strongest; You may be fairly certain tho' That He Laughs Last who laughs the Longest. So keep a good reserve of laughter, Which may be found of use hereafter. Believe me that, howe'er well meant, A Good Resolve is always brief; Don't let your precious hours be spent In turning over a new leaf. Such leaves, like Nature's, soon decay, And then are only in the way. The Road to—-well, a certain spot, (A Road of very fair dimensions), Has, so the proverb tells us, got A parquet-floor of Good Intentions. Take care, in your desire to please, You do not add a brick to these. For there may come a moment when You shall be mended willy-nilly, With many more misguided men, Whose skill is undermined with skilly. Till then procrastinate, my friend; "It Never is Too Late to Mend!

Si me enteraba de que en uno de mis conciertos no se habían vendido todas las entradas, le decía a Denis que regalase las que quedaban, ¿por qué coño no íbamos a darles a algunas personas la oportunidad de disfrutar de una velada gratis de música? (p 200)

With the decline of Italian agriculture and the provision of subsidized corn for the urban masses in the capital, Sicily was Rome’s most important provider of cereals and it was essential to ensure stability of its supply and price. The oldest of Rome’s provinces, the island had been won from the Carthaginians in 241 and, as tribute, its communities were required to export gratis 10 percent of their corn harvest to Rome. If more was needed, it could be acquired by compulsory purchase. It was the Quaestors’ job to calculate the price and the quantity of extra corn to be bought.

Dia tahu, menjadi lakon di atas panggung hidup ini tidak ada yang gratis! Apa yang diambil harus dibayar. Yang datang pasti akan pergi. Yang hidup pasti akan mati! Cinta akan bertemu benci. Begitu hukum kehidupan ini. Tetapi mengapa hidup hanya merenggut semua miliknya, tanpa mau membayar kepadanya? Bahkan ratusan doa yang dia panjatkan dalam satu jam selama puluhan tahun belum dia rasakan. Kalau hidup berlaku tidak adil padanya, pada siapa dia harus mengadu? Protes dan marah? Ke mana doa-doa yang telah dipanjatkan mengalir? Jika sungai bertemu dengan laut. Ke mana larinya doa-doanya?

Uno no ve el dolor. No puede verlo, sencillamente porque el dolor no se ve, en ninguna circunstancia. Pueden verse, cuanto mucho, algunos de sus mínimos signos exteriores. Pero esos signos siempre me han parecido máscaras antes que síntomas. ¿Cómo puede expresar el hombre la angustia atroz de su alma? ¿Llorando a chorros y dando alaridos? ¿Balbuceando unas palabras inconexas? ¿Gimiendo? ¿Soltando unas pocas lágrimas? Yo sentía que todas esas muestras posibles de dolor eran solo capaces de insultar a ese dolor, de menospreciarlo, de profanarlo, de colocarlo a la altura de muestras gratis

Entiendo el género como una violencia, como la violencia primigenia. Segregarnos como mujeres u hombres es imprescindible para articular todas las demás violencias que nos irán socializando después a lo largo de nuestra existencia. Sin la división patriarcal del trabajo no existiría el capitalismo, y habría que ver a qué Estado le salen las cuentas si el cuidado de las vidas humanas no fuera desarrollado gratis por las mujeres. Sin el determinismo de género no sería posible la heteronomatividad, ni la homofobia, y todas las que aparecemos en este libro dedicaríamos nuestro tiempo libre a otras cosas.

The author of the book, one Agnes Nutter, was not surprised by this, but then, it would have taken an awful lot to surprise Agnes Nutter. Anyway, she had not written it for the sales, or the royalties, or even for the fame. She had written it for the single gratis copy of the book that an author was entitled to.

Waktu remaja, kita semua ingin bebas. Tapi, saat dua puluhan, kita sadar kebebasan itu tidak gratis. Orang paling bebas di dunia pun, yang kerjanya cuma senang-senang dan tidur sepanjang hari, pasti bisa begitu karena ada orang lain yang menanggung hidupnya. Dengan kata lain, ada orang lain yang menanggung kebebasannya.

Marcus, sai quanto costa un singolo cartellone pubblicitario nella metropolitana di New York? Un patrimonio, ecco quanto costa. [...] E invece ormai basta suscitare l'interesse in un modo o nell'altro, creare il buzz, come si dice in gergo, far parlare di sé e contare sulle persone affiché parlino di te sui social-media, e così hai accesso ad uno spazio gratuito e illimitato. Da un capo all'altro del mondo, migliaia di persone senza neanche rendersene conto, provvedono a farti pubblicità su scala planetaria. Non è pazzesco? In pratica, gli utenti di Facebook sono degli uomini-sandwich che lavorano gratis. Sarebbe da idioti non approfittarne.

Dar daca visele dau expresie unor compensari atat de importante, de ce nu sunt atunci inteligibile? - aceasta intrebare mi-a fost pusa de foarte multe ori. Trebuie sa raspund ca visul este un fenomen al naturii si ca natura nu manifesta nici cea mai mica tendinta de a-si oferi oarecum pe gratis si corespunzator asteptarilor umane, roadele.

La búsqueda del maestro. A Musá Najib le preguntaron por qué cobraba honorarios a aquellos que asistían a sus sesiones y por qué a menudo ni siquiera se dirigía a su público. Dijo: “Cobro por esta lección objetiva: la gente cree que el conocimiento debe darse gratis y, por lo tanto, confunde todo lo que es gratis por conocimiento. No siempre doy conferencias, porque, entre los Sufis 'el maestro encuentra al discípulo'. El discípulo debe estar físicamente presente, pero puede estar ausente en cualquier otro sentido. Cuando percibo que un discípulo está 'presente', entonces lo 'encuentro', porque su llamado interior es oído por mí, aunque sea silencioso para él.” “Busca y serás hallado.

I scrub the memory from my mind. There is no past. There is no future. Love, if that's what it is, is as short as it is eternal.

The poulterers' shops were still half open, and the fruiterers' were radiant in their glory. There were great, round, pot-bellied baskets of chestnuts, shaped like the waistcoats of jolly old gentleman, lolling at the doors, and tumbling out into the street in their apoplectic opulence. There were ruddy, brown-faced broad-girthed Spanish onions, shining in the fatness of their growth like Spanish friars, and winking from their shelves in wanton slyness at the girls as they went by, and glanced demurely at the hung-up mistletoe. There were pears and apples, clustered high in blooming pyramids; there were bunches of grapes, made, in the shopkeepers' benevolence, to dangle from conspicuous hooks, that people's mouths might water gratis as they passed; there were piles of filberts, mossy and brown, recalling, in their fragrance, ancient walks among the woods, and pleasant shufflings ankle deep through withered lanes; there were Norfolk Biffins, squab and swarthy, setting off the yellow of the oranges and lemons, and, in the great compactness of their juicy persons, urgently entreating and beseeching to be carried home in paper bags and eaten after dinner.

«Vivere significa divertirsi in attesa che tutto vada a puttane. Poi vai avanti, e succede di nuovo. È tutto provvisorio, come una visita a Disneyworld. Ti lascia completamente prosciugato, perché sai che non durerà per sempre.» «Non deve essere così per forza. Invece di scappare dalle difficoltà, puoi lottare. Non ti mentirò dicendo che questa sia la situazione ideale per me, ma voglio che funzioni. Se tu iniziassi a lavorare a Disneyworld, potresti restare lì per sempre. Non saresti solo un ospite, avresti delle responsabilità, ma avresti corse gratis e sconti nella ristorazione. Capisci che cosa intendo?» Abe deglutì, e la sua mano fremette, così vicina a quella di Dusk da poter intrecciare le loro dita e ritrovare quel legame così instabile che alla fine lo avrebbe sconvolto ancora di più, quando sarebbe tutto finito

Este señor se compone sólo de letras. De muchísimas letras, se entiende, de un número astronómico de letras, pero al fin y al cabo sólo de letras. Aquí está su amiga. Es, como se ve, de carne y hueso. ¡Y de qué carne! Da gusto verla, ¡y no digamos tocarla! Los dos van ahora juntos a la feria. En la góndola y la noria todo va bien todavía. Pero luego llegan a una caseta de tiro al blanco; un tiro al blanco un poco extraño, esa es la verdad. ¡Pruébate a ti mismo!, puede leerse en grandes letras en la parte de arriba. Y más abajo figuran las reglas. Sólo son tres: 1. Cada tiro es un blanco garantizado. 2. Por cada blanco, un tiro gratis. 3. El primer tiro es gratuito. El señor que rodea con el brazo la cintura de su amiga estudia atentamente el letrero. Quiere seguir su camino rápidamente, pero ella insiste en que haga uso de la ventajosa oferta. Quiere ver de lo que es capaz. Pero el señor no quiere. -¿Pero por qué no, cariño? ¿Qué tiene de malo? Tiene de malo que hay que disparar sobre un blanco bastante insólito, sobre uno mismo, es decir, sobre la propia imagen reflejada en un espejo de metal. Y el señor de letras no se siente en absoluto lo bastante real para distinguir de una manera tan arriesgada entre sí y su imagen reflejada. -¡O disparas -dice la amiga, por fin, furiosa-, o te dejo! El sacude la cabeza. Entonces ella se va con otro, un carnicero que entiende de carnes y huesos. El señor se queda solo y la sigue con la mirada. Cuando desaparece de su vista en el gentío, él se deshace lentamente en un pequeño montón de diminutas minúsculas y mayúsculas que la multitud pisotea al pasar. La verdad es que para eso podría hacer disparado, ¿verdad?

Science has never killed or persecuted a single person for doubting or denying its teaching, and most of these teaching have been true; but religion has murdered millions for doubting or denying her dogmas and most of these dogmas have been false. All stories about gods and devils, of heavens and hells, as they do not conform to nature, and are not apparent to sense, should be rejected without consideration. Beyond the universe there is nothing and within the universe the supernatural does not and cannot exist. Of all deceivers who have plagued mankind, none are so deeply ruinous to human happiness as those imposters who pretend to lead by a light above nature. The lips of the dead are closed forever. There comes no voice from the tomb. Christianity is responsible for having cast the fable of eternal fire over almost every grave.

No sabía de qué hablaba, pero disimulé mi ignorancia. Me informé por mis clientes, los soldados que me traían su ropa a lavar o venían a comprar empanadas, y así supe del fracasado intento de Diego de Almagro. Los hombres que sobrevivieron a esa aventura y a la batalla de Las Salinas no tenían un maravedí en la faltriquera, andaban con la ropa en hilachas y a menudo acudían sigilosos por la puerta del patio a buscar comida gratis, por eso les llamaban los «rotos chilenos».

One morning Jeanette, bucking Daddy on some point, hit on the argument probably every child in the world has used against his or her parents: 'I didn't ask to be born'. Daddy had an answer for it. 'I know you didn't ask to be born, honey, and as your father responsible for gettin' you into the world, I owe you something'. I owe you three hots and a cots, which is to say, I owe you three meals a day and a place to sleep. That's what I'm obliged for, and that's what I'm lookin' to see you get.' He nodded several times, overcome by the seriousness of this obligation, then leaned back in his chair with a curl to his mouth like a villain's mustache. ''Course, nobody says the meals has got to be chicken. S'pose I just give you bread and water? An' s'pose I let you sleep on the floor'? 'No, Daddy'! 'That's all I'm obliged for, honey. Everything else is gratis. Everything else I do for you is 'cause I want to, not 'cause I have to'. For days afterward, because Daddy had a tenacious mind of the sort that doesn't easily turn loose one idea and go on to another, he would set a plate in front of Jeanette with, 'See, I ain't obliged to give you this. I could give you bread and water and soup with just a little bit of fat floatin' in it, just to keep you alive. That's all I'm asked to give you. But you get more, right? You get this nice plateful, and I imagine when it comes to dessert, you'll have some of that, will you? All right, dessert, and all the other good stuff. But just remember, the good stuff I do for you is because I want to, because I'm your daddy and I love you and I want to, not because I have to'. The subtext to this was that it was not enough for us, the children, to behave in minimal ways either, that filial respect and dutifulness might be all that was basically required of us, but the good stuff, like doing well in school and sticking together as a family and paying attention to what Mommy and Daddy were trying to each us, we would do because we loved them and wanted them to love us.

Yo he tenido la sensación en muchas bodas de que los hombres van al matrimonio un poco arrastrados, obligados, sin ganas de asentar la cabeza y decir adiós a la juventud y a la soltería. Es cierto que la mayor parte no renuncia a su diversidad sexual y amorosa al casarse, pero sí se ven más limitados. El patriarcado les seduce para que se casen con mujeres con la promesa de que así tendrán una sierva a su servicio, disponible las 24 horas del día, que les cuidará y les atenderá gratis en la cama y en el hogar.

There is just this moment. This now. I take him back into my mouth. I run my tongue over every part of his cock as if my tongue were a memory machine that will hold this shape inside me forever. I move up and down, finding rhythm, as I had done as a girl skipping with a rope. I want to bite him, chew him all up, swallow him down. He grows tense, rigid. I hear the milling of his breath, the quickening beat of his heart and, when he comes, his sperm is warm and fruity, a hint of the sea, a taste that will stay on the edge of my senses for the rest of my life.

We can be enthused by—yes, that’s right, enthused—by the noblest of ideals, but only on condition that we don’t have to expend any effort, that we don’t have to make any sacrifices, and above all on condition that the ideals can be achieved free, gratis, that we needn’t pay anything. Paying is something we really resent; on the other hand, receiving, that’s really up our street, and that goes for everything. Let’s have every kind of blessing (nothing less will do, it must be every kind) and, whatever happens, let no one tell us what to do on any score, and then we too shall prove that we can be all sweetness and light.

The wealthy young man has a hundred coarse and brilliant distractions, horse races, hunting, dogs, tobacco, gaming, good repasts, and all the rest of it; occupations for the baser side of the soul, at the expense of the loftier and more delicate sides. The poor young man wins his bread with difficulty; he eats; when he has eaten, he has nothing more but meditation. He goes to the spectacles which God furnishes gratis; he gazes at the sky, space, the stars, flowers, children, the humanity among which he is suffering, the creation amid which he beams. He gazes so much on humanity that he perceives its soul, he gazes upon creation to such an extent that he beholds God.

Cuando acabo de cortarme las uñas o lavarme la cabeza, o simplemente ahora que, mientras escribo, oigo un gorgoteo en mi estómago, me vuelve la sensación de que mi cuerpo se ha quedado atrás de mí (no reincido en dualismos pero distingo entre yo y mis uñas) y que el cuerpo empieza a andarnos mal, que nos falta o nos sobra (depende). De otro modo: nos mereceríamos ya una máquina mejor. El psicoanálisis muestra cómo la contemplación del cuerpo crea complejos tempranos. (Y Sartre, que en el hecho de que la mujer esté "agujereada" ve implicaciones existenciales que comprometen toda su vida.) Duele pensar que vamos delante de este cuerpo, pero que la delantera es ya error y rémora y probable inutilidad, porque estas uñas, este ombligo, quiero decir otra cosa, casi inasible: que el "alma" (mi yo-no-uñas) es el alma de un cuerpo que no existe. El alma empujó quizá al hombre en su evolución corporal, pero está cansada de tironear y sigue sola adelante. Apenas da dos pasos se rompe el alma ay porque su verdadero cuerpo no existe y la deja caer plaf. La pobre se vuelve a casa, etc., pero esto no es lo que yo. En fin. Larga charla con Traveler sobre la locura. Hablando de los sueños, nos dimos cuenta casi al mismo tiempo que ciertas estructuras soñadas serían formas corrientes de locura a poco que continuaran en la vigilia. Soñando nos es dado ejercitar gratis nuestra aptitud para la locura. Sospechamos al mismo tiempo que toda locura es un sueño que se fija. Sabiduría del pueblo: "Es un pobre loco, un soñador...

And here were these freemen assembled in the early morning to work on their lord the bishop's road three days each—gratis; every head of a family, and every son of a family, three days each, gratis, and a day or so added for their servants.  Why, it was like reading about France and the French, before the ever memorable and blessed Revolution, which swept a thousand years of such villany away in one swift tidal-wave of blood—one:  a settlement of that hoary debt in the proportion of half a drop of blood for each hogshead of it that had been pressed by slow tortures out of that people in the weary stretch of ten centuries of wrong and shame and misery the like of which was not to be mated but in hell. There were two "Reigns of Terror," if we would but remember it and consider it; the one wrought murder in hot passion, the other in heartless cold blood; the one lasted mere months, the other had lasted a thousand years; the one inflicted death upon ten thousand persons, the other upon a hundred millions; but our shudders are all for the "horrors" of the minor Terror, the momentary Terror, so to speak; whereas, what is the horror of swift death by the axe, compared with lifelong death from hunger, cold, insult, cruelty, and heart-break?  What is swift death by lightning compared with death by slow fire at the stake?  A city cemetery could contain the coffins filled by that brief Terror which we have all been so diligently taught to shiver at and mourn over; but all France could hardly contain the coffins filled by that older and real Terror—that unspeakably bitter and awful Terror which none of us has been taught to see in its vastness or pity as it deserves.

Tertuliano Máximo Afonso is greatly in need of stimuli to distract him, he lives alone and gets bored, or, to speak with the clinical exactitude that the present day requires, he has succumbed to the temporary weakness of spirit ordinarily known as depression. To get a clear idea of his situation, suffice it to say that he was married but can no longer remember what led him into matrimony, that he is divorced and cannot now bring himself to ponder the reasons for the separation. On the other hand, while the ill-fated union produced no children who are now demanding to be handed, gratis, the world on a silver platter, he has, for some time, viewed sweet History, the serious, educational subject which he had felt called upon to teach and which could have been a soothing refuge for him, as a chore without meaning and a beginning without an end.

Nunca la había visto así por la sencilla razón de que nunca había sido así. Mi madre me miraba con amor. Esa mirada suya -que yo había esperado y mendigado toda mi infancia y por la que me habría desprendido voluntariamente de todo mi capital de niño ahorrador- la recibía ahora gratis. [...] Habría querido tirarla de la silla de una patada, como había hecho ella conmigo a lo largo de aquellos siete meses. Me habría gustado meterle aquel amor por los ojos a puñetazos y decirle que se lo guardara para el otro mundo, en el que, si tenía suerte, conseguiría engatusar a alguien y convencerle de que era capaz de amar. Me habría gustado arrancarle en aquel segundo, con unas tenazas al rojo vivo, todos los cuentos no contados, todas las nanas no cantadas, todas las caricias en el pelo que me correspondían, pero que ella me había escamoteado como una roñosa.

He goes to the spectacles which God furnishes gratis; he gazes at the sky, space, the stars, flowers, children, the humanity among which he is suffering, the creation amid which he beams. He gazes so much on humanity that he perceives its soul, he gazes upon creation to such an extent that he beholds God. He dreams, he feels himself great; he dreams on, and feels himself tender. From the egotism of the man who suffers he passes to the compassion of the man who meditates. An admirable sentiment breaks forth in him, forgetfulness of self and pity for all. As he thinks of the innumerable enjoyments which nature offers, gives, and lavishes to souls which stand open, and refuses to souls that are closed, he comes to pity, he the millionaire of the mind, the millionaire of money. All hatred departs from his heart, in proportion as light penetrates his spirit.

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From: Audrey Griffin To: Soo-Lin Lee-Segal Hello, stranger! It turns out you were right. Hotel living has finally lost its luster. I’m taking you up on your offer to host us chez Lee-Segal. Don’t worry! I know you’re busy with your big new job, and I wouldn’t dream of inconveniencing you. I looked for you at drop-off today. Lincoln told me you’re working such long hours you don’t even have a Christmas tree! I’m going to swing by my garage and grab my bins of decorations. I’ll have your house trimmed by the time you return. Don’t try to stop me. You know Christmas is my favorite holiday! How’s this for irony? Remember when you were divorcing Barry, and Warren handled the whole thing for you gratis, saving you thirty thousand dollars? Remember when you literally sobbed in gratitude, promising you’d make it up to us? Here’s your chance! I’ll let myself in with the key under the cupid. One question. What do you want for dinner? I’m going to have a feast waiting when you get home.

Poverty in youth, when it succeeds, has this magnificent property about it, that it turns the whole will toward effort, and the whole soul toward aspiration. Poverty instantly lays material life bare and renders it hideous; hence inexpressible bounds toward the ideal life. The wealthy young man has a hundred coarse and brilliant distractions, horse races, hunting, tobacco, gaming, good repasts, and all the rest of it; occupations for the baser side of the soul, at the expense of the loftier and more delicate sides. The poor young man wins his bread with difficulty; he eats; when he has eaten, he has nothing more but meditation. He goes to the spectacles which God furnishes gratis; he gazes at the sky, space, the stars, flowers, children, the humanity among which he is suffering, the creation admits which he beams. He gazes so much on humanity that he perceives its soul, he gazes upon creation to such an extent that he beholds God. He dreams, he feels himself great; he dreams on and feels himself tender.

The disastrous idea that everything comes to the human psyche from outside and that it is born a tabula rasa is responsible for the erroneous belief that under normal circumstances the individual is in perfect order. He then looks to the State for salvation, and makes society pay for his inefficiency. He thinks the meaning of existence would be discovered if food and clothing were delivered to him gratis on his own doorstep, or if everybody possessed an automobile. Such are the puerilities that rise up in place of an unconscious shadow and keep it unconscious. As a result of these prejudices, the individual feels totally dependent on his environment and loses all capacity for introspection. In this way his code of ethics is replaced by a knowledge of what is permitted or forbidden or ordered. How, under these circumstances, can one expect a soldier to subject an order received from a superior to ethical scrutiny? He has not yet made the discovery that he might be capable of spontaneous ethical impulses, and of performing them—even when no one is looking.

Then, in 1950, Andy became something more than a model prisoner. In 1950, he became a valuable commodity, a murderer who did tax-returns better than H & R Block. He gave gratis estate-planning advice, set up tax-shelters, filled out loan applications (sometimes creatively). I can remember him sitting behind his desk in the library, patiently going over a car-loan agreement paragraph by paragraph with a screwhead who wanted to buy a used DeSoto, telling the guy what was good about the agreement and what was bad about it, explaining to him that it was possible to shop for a loan and not get hit quite so bad, steering him away from the finance companies, which in those days were sometimes little better than legal loan-sharks. When he’d finished, the screwhead started to put out his hand . . . and then drew it back to himself quickly. He’d forgotten for a moment, you see, that he was dealing with a mascot, not a man. Andy kept up on the tax laws and the changes in the stock market, and so his usefulness didn’t end after he’d been in cold storage for awhile, as it might have done. He began to get his library money, his running war with the sisters had ended, and nobody tossed his cell very hard. He was a good nigger.

I just have to ask these questions. Are you DEA? FDA? NICB? NHCAA? Are you a private investigator hired by any private or governmental entity? Do you work for a medical insurance company? Are you a drug dealer? Drug addict? Are you a clinician? A med student? Getting pills for an abusive boyfriend or employer? NASA?” “I think I have insomnia. That’s my main issue.” “You’re probably addicted to caffeine, too, am I right?” “I don’t know.” “You better keep drinking it. If you quit now, you’ll just go crazy. Real insomniacs suffer hallucinations and lost time and usually have poor memory. It can make life very confusing. Does that sound like you?” “Sometimes I feel dead,” I told her, “and I hate everybody. Does that count?” “Oh, that counts. That certainly counts. I’m sure I can help you. But I do ask new patients to come in for a fifteen-minute consultation to make sure we’ll make a good fit. Gratis. And I recommend you get into the habit of writing notes to remind yourself of our appointments. I have a twenty-four-hour cancellation policy. You know Post-its? Get yourself some Post-its. I’ll have some agreements for you to sign, some contracts. Now write this down.” Dr. Tuttle told me to come in the next day at nine A.M.

... Eenmaal in de tuin merkte ze dat ze al haar kleren uittrok. Het verbaasde haar een beetje haar handelingen zoveel eerder plaatsvonden dan haar gewaarwording ervan. Al haar bewegingen leken een volmaakte expressie van luchtigheid en gratie. 'Kijk uit,' zei een deel van haar. 'Doe voorzichtig.' Maar het was hetzelfde deel dat ook waarschuwde wanneer ze te veel dronk. Op dat moment was het zinloos. 'Gewoonte,' dacht ze. 'Altijd als ik op het punt sta gelukkig te worden, klem ik me vast in plaats van me te laten gaan.' Ze schopte haar sandalen uit en stond naakt in de schaduwen. Ze voelde hoe er een vreemde intensiteit in haar werd geboren. Toen ze de rustige tuin rond keek had ze de indruk ze voor het eerst sinds haar jeugd voorwerpen duidelijk zag. Opeens was het leven daar, ze stond er middenin, en zat er niet door een raam naar te kijken. De waardigheid die ze ontleende aan het gevoel deel te hebben aan de kracht en de grootsheid van het leven, kwam haar vertrouwd voor, maar het was jaren geleden dat ze voor het laatst gevoeld had. Ze stapte in het maanlicht en waadde langzaam naar het midden van de vijver. De bodem was glibberig door de klei, het water kwam tot haar middel. Toen ze zich helemaal onderdompelde, dacht ze: 'Nooit word ik meer hysterisch.' Ze voelde dat ze dat soort spanning, die mate van zorg om haarzelf, nooit meer zou bereiken in haar leven. (p. 180-181)

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O Opportunity, thy guilt is great! 'Tis thou that executest the traitor's treason: Thou set'st the wolf where he the lamb may get; Whoever plots the sin, thou 'point'st the season; 'Tis thou that spurn'st at right, at law, at reason; And in thy shady cell, where none may spy him, Sits Sin, to seize the souls that wander by him. 'Thou makest the vestal violate her oath; Thou blow'st the fire when temperance is thaw'd; Thou smother'st honesty, thou murder'st troth; Thou foul abettor! thou notorious bawd! Thou plantest scandal and displacest laud: Thou ravisher, thou traitor, thou false thief, Thy honey turns to gall, thy joy to grief! 'Thy secret pleasure turns to open shame, Thy private feasting to a public fast, Thy smoothing titles to a ragged name, Thy sugar'd tongue to bitter wormwood taste: Thy violent vanities can never last. How comes it then, vile Opportunity, Being so bad, such numbers seek for thee? 'When wilt thou be the humble suppliant's friend, And bring him where his suit may be obtain'd? When wilt thou sort an hour great strifes to end? Or free that soul which wretchedness hath chain'd? Give physic to the sick, ease to the pain'd? The poor, lame, blind, halt, creep, cry out for thee; But they ne'er meet with Opportunity. 'The patient dies while the physician sleeps; The orphan pines while the oppressor feeds; Justice is feasting while the widow weeps; Advice is sporting while infection breeds: Thou grant'st no time for charitable deeds: Wrath, envy, treason, rape, and murder's rages, Thy heinous hours wait on them as their pages. 'When Truth and Virtue have to do with thee, A thousand crosses keep them from thy aid: They buy thy help; but Sin ne'er gives a fee, He gratis comes; and thou art well appaid As well to hear as grant what he hath said.

Such gratuity necessarily revolutionizes the ordinary human way of looking at talent, effort, and achievement. Henceforth I do strain, I do intend, and I do utilize my potential, but solely by virtue of Another. What can my effort to cultivate the land avail me if I have neither seed nor soil? The ground, the possibility, the impulse, the sense—all of these are given to me absolutely free and undeserved. Jesus does not specify what the “free gift” precisely is which the apostles have received, and the word δωϱεὰν may also be read adverbially to mean “gratis”, “free of charge”, so that the alternate translation would be: “You received without cost; give without charge.” The very indetermination of the object, however, here makes the formulation even more absolute. Although in context the specific “gift” meant is probably the divine authority to heal and generally to act in Jesus’ stead, surely it also refers to the first call to discipleship by Jesus, to the invitation to and privilege of following him and sharing his life, and to this present call to special apostleship as well. In other words, the “gift” given by God free of charge is the Christian’s whole life; Christ Jesus himself. The gratuitousness with which God gives his Son to mankind, furthermore, imposes an inviolable pattern of transitiveness. The one who receives must give the gift further as freely as he has received it. As a result of receiving from God, one must give like God. God, then, imparts not only the gift itself but the very manner of the giving. This gift communicates its qualities to its recipient: having such a gift, I myself must become gift. The gift of God’s life—Jesus—does not pass through me like water through a pipe, leaving me unaffected. It descends upon me like fire on a sacrifice, roasting the meat and making it edible for God’s hungry.

Las locas repiten que ni siquiera tenían pagado el plan, y así como así, se les prendía todo los accesos a las redes. Las locas estaban cagadas de la risa. Se acercaban a le chique y se alejaban de le chique, se apagaba y se prendía el sistema, así que así se empezó a correr la voz del caso de le chique. Dicen que todas empezaron a preguntarse cómo, por qué con qué, a le chique le pasaba esto, pero cada vez mejor. Al principio a centímetros de elle, después a metros y después a más distancia. Como que se fue alimentando el poder que tenía porque cada vez la conexión era más fuerte, estable. De a poco entre la comunidad se fue corriendo la voz, de los poderes de le chique. De que había nacido une chique con esta energía, con este poder en su cuerpo. Mis amigas travestis totalmente dislocadas, me cuentan que las locas empezaron a creer que la cosa era como científica, imaginaban que no sé por qué razón, a le niñe se le formaron dentro de la guata de su madre, hilos de electricidad entre los músculos que ahora son capaces de transmitir acceso a las redes sociales, o que tiene en su sangre protones y neutrones, minerales eléctricos, concentraciones de cobre y litio entre el calcio de las células, dicen, algo super posible a esta altura de la vida. Que sus células tienen la capacidad de adaptarse mágicamente al medio ambiente. El cuento es que empezaron a decir que había nacido ese chique con esa capacidad de distribuir cada vez a más gente, wifi y todas las redes sociales. Dicen que de a poco la empezaron a querer, a pesar de ser tan piola. [...] Sí, así, dicen que empezó a ser seguida por un montón de gente. Dicen también, que cuando le preguntan a la gente cómo se llama, cómo es o dónde vive, nadie sabe decir nada, porque la cuidan. No quieren que la pillen las autoridades y la vayan a tomar presa, así que la que sabe, sabe. Pero hay que ser piola, porque dicen que como cada vez más gente está teniendo Facebook, Instagram, y Tinder gratis, lo mas seguro es que las compañías de las telecomunicaciones, empiecen a perseguirla y la acusen de terrorista, de criminal, por hacer que los millonarios de las comunicaciones transnacionales pierdan millones de dólares. —Para no morir tan sola. Escritura en pandemia. Claudia Rodríguez

In everything I quickly saw the opposite, the contradiction, and between the real and the unreal the irony, the paradox. I was my own worst enemy. There was nothing I wished to do which I could just as well not do. Even as a child, when I lacked for nothing, I wanted to die: I wanted to surrender because I saw no sense in struggling. I felt that nothing would be proved, substantiated, added or subtracted by continuing an existence which I had not asked for. Everybody around me was a failure, or if not a failure, ridiculous. Especially the successful ones. The successful ones bored me to tears. I was sympathetic to a fault, but it was not sympathy that made me so. It was a purely negative quality, a weakness which blossomed at the mere sight of human misery. I never helped any one expecting that it would do any good; I helped because I was helpless to do otherwise. To want to change the condition of affairs seemed futile to me; nothing would be altered, I was convinced, except by a change of heart, and who could change the hearts of men? Now and then a friend was converted; it was something to make me puke. I had no more need of God than He had of me, and if there were one, I often said to myself, I would meet Him calmly and spit in His face. From the very beginning I must have trained myself not to want anything too badly. From the very beginning I was independent, in a false way. I had need of nobody because I wanted to be free, free to do and to give only as my whims dictated. The moment anything was expected or demanded of me I balked. That was the form my independence took. I was corrupt, in other words, corrupt from the start. It's as though my mother fed me a poison, and though I was weaned young the poison never left my system. Even when she weaned me it seemed that I was completely indifferent, most children rebel, or make a pretense of rebelling, but I didn't give a damn, I was a philosopher when still in swaddling clothes. I was against life, on principle. What principle? The principle of futility. Everybody around me was struggling. I myself never made an effort. If I appeared to be making an effort it was only to please someone else; at bottom I didn't give a rap. And if you can tell me why this should have been so I will deny it, because I was born with a cussed streak in me and nothing can eliminate it. I heard later, when I had grown up, that they had a hell of a time bringing me out of the womb. I can understand that perfectly. Why budge? Why come out of a nice warm place, a cosy retreat in which everything is offered you gratis?

«Divorciarme, eso es lo que debo hacer», mascullaba para mis adentros, pero debo haberlo dicho más de una vez en voz alta, porque Willie paró la oreja ante la palabra divorcio. Había pasado por dos anteriores y estaba decidido a evitar untercero; entonces me presionó para que consultáramos a un psicólogo. Yo me había burlado sin piedad del terapeuta de Tabra, un alcohólico despelucado que le aconsejaba las mismas perogrulladas que yo podía ofrecerle gratis. En mi opinión, la terapia era una manía de los estadounidenses, gente muy consentida y sin tolerancia para las dificultades normales de la existencia. Mi abuelo me inculcó en la infancia la noción estoica de que la vida es dura y ante los problemas no cabe sino apretar los dientes y seguir adelante. La felicidad es una cursilería; al mundo se viene a sufrir y aprender. Menos mal que el hedonismo de Venezuela suavizó unpoco aquellos preceptos medievales de mi abuelo y me dio permiso para pasarlo bien sin culpa. En Chile, en tiempos de mi juventud, nadie iba a terapia, excepto los locos de atar y los turistas argentinos, así es que me resistí bastante a la propuesta de Willie, pero él insistió tanto que por fin lo acompañé. Mejor dicho, él me llevó de un ala. El psicólogo resultó tener aspecto de monje, llevaba el cráneo afeitado, bebía téverde y permanecía la mayor parte de la sesión con los ojos cerrados. En el condado de Marin se ve a cualquier hora hombres en bicicleta, trotando enpantalones cortos o saboreando su capuchino en mesitas de las veredas. «¿Esta gente no trabaja?», le pregunté una vez a Willie. «Son todos terapeutas», me contestó. Tal vez por eso sentí un gran escepticismo frente al calvo, pero pronto éste se reveló como un sabio. Su oficina era un cuarto desnudo pintado de color arveja, decorado con una tela -mandala, creo que se llama- colgada en la pared. Nos sentamos con las piernas cruzadassobre unos cojines en el suelo, mientras el monje sorbía como un pajarito su té japonés. Empezamos a hablar y pronto se desencadenó una avalancha. Willie y yo nos arrebatábamos la palabra para contarle lo que había pasado contigo, la existencia de espanto que llevaba Jennifer, la fragilidad de Sabrina, mil otros problemas, y mi deseo de mandar todo al diablo y desaparecer. El hombre nos escuchó sin interrumpir y cuando faltaban pocos minutos para que terminara la sesión, levantó sus párpados capotudos y nos miró con una expresión de genuina lástima.«¡Qué tristeza hay en sus vidas!», murmuró. ¿Tristeza? Eso no se nos habíaocurrido a ninguno de los dos. Se nos desinfló la rabia en un instante y sentimos hasta los huesos una pena vasta como el Pacífico, que no habíamos querido admitir por pura y simple soberbia. Willie me tomó la mano, me atrajo a su cojín y nos abrazamos. Por primera vez admitimos que teníamos el corazón muy adolorido. Fue el comienzo de la reconciliación.-Voy a aconsejarles que no mencionen la palabra divorcio durante una semana. ¿Pueden hacerlo? -preguntó el terapeuta. -Sí -respondimos a una sola voz.

Want de Atheense democratie is inmiddels, zoals iedere democratie mettertijd, een parodie op zichzelf geworden, waarin leiders dagelijks ter verantwoording worden geroepen en waarin het beleid elke dag opnieuw ter discussie staat. De staat wordt geregeerd door de angst voor volksgerichten en de volatiliteit van de publieke opinie. […] Het volk is verdeeld. Het lijkt wel alsof er elke dag meer facties en partijen met verontwaardigde deelbelangen bij komen, die meer energie investeren in het bestrijden van elkaar dan in het dienen van het collectieve belang. Wanneer zich geen substantiële kwestie aandient waarover men van mening kan verschillen, worden willekeurige trivialiteiten aangegrepen om haat en vijandigheid uit te diepen en te benadrukken wat het volk verdeelt in plaats van wat het volk zou moeten verbinden. Ieder is overtuigd van zijn eigen gelijk en de waarheid wordt onder de immense hoeveelheid waarheden bedolven. Hiermee is de democratie verworden tot een ochlocratie, waarin de turbulentie van opvliegendheid en oncontroleerbare verontwaardiging de macht hebben gegrepen en waarin het staatsbelang dagelijks wordt geofferd op het altaar van de deelbelangen van doelgroepen. Wantrouwend en verdeeld volk kan leiders afzetten en beleid saboteren, maar het kan geen staat besturen. De democratie erodeert onder de obsessie voor pietluttigheden en details. Achterdocht knaagt onophoudelijk en de metselspecie van vertrouwen in de collectieve zaak wordt met elk incident verder afgebikt tot zij verpulvert en het bouwwerk instort dat ooit solide leek. Een autocratie kan maatschappelijke coherentie goedschiks of kwaadschiks afdwingen, maar een democratie functioneert uitsluitend bij de gratie van het breekbare vertrouwen in haar wetten en instituties. Dit vertrouwen wordt doelbewust verder ondermijnd door politici die in naam van de democratie het wantrouwen in de democratie voeden. Hoe verdeeld het volk ook is, er staan om de haverklap leiders op die de uiteenlopende vormen van onvrede mobiliseren en pretenderen dat zij namens het gehele volk spreken. Zij spiegelen het volk voor dat het een monopolie heeft op het gezonde verstand en dat het homogeen is in zoverre het wordt verraden door de politieke elite. Zij presenteren het als een vanzelfsprekendheid dat de gezonde volkswil, die door de heersende klasse wordt genegeerd, naadloos samenvalt met hun eigen standpunten en elke mening die afwijkt van die van hen, beschouwen zij als een verloochening van het soevereine volk en een verkrachting van de democratie. Zij doen een beroep op emotie en presenteren rationaliteit als een instrument van het establishment. Het volk heeft geen behoefte aan feiten of argumenten, omdat het volk dondersgoed weet dat argumentatie een onderdeel is van het complot om het volk te onderwerpen en dat dat de feiten zijn. Met de insinuatie dat de democratische instituties het werktuig zijn waarmee de politieke elite het volk knecht en kleineert, zetten zij het volk in naam van de democratie op tegen de democratie, die in hun visie geen democratie mag heten als zij niet neerkomt op een compromisloze alleenheerschappij van hun eigen gelijk.

But when the Lord comes in glory to judgment, then will the sinner repent; it is then too late to acquire forgiveness; he here publishes his divine word, and teaches men that they shall forsake their sinful lives, believe in Christ, be baptized on faith, and render obedience to the gospel. Therefore, sons of men," he pleads, "forsake your sins, and continue no longer in your hardness, sickness, blindness and ungodliness, when you can have a physican [sic] who can heal all your infirmities, and who will afford his services gratis (Matt. ix. 12).,148

Tentu saja, tak ada yang gratis di dunia ini, tapi maafku berharga murah.

Bibler'n kaller vi biblioteket - fatter'n, som elsker å gå på pub, kaller det en pub for tankene. Han er litt gjerrig, fatter'n, yndlingsbutikken hans er Tier'n, elsker å spare penger. Går fra hylle til hylle og fyller opp bærenettet til skranken og liksom rister på hodet, hver uke, over at det er gratis, at dét går an, liksom, å låne all verdens bøker, uten at det koster ei krone. Alt der inne er gammelt: den grønne knappen på døråpneren (den røde stenger), interiøret, lukta av grønnsåpe, bøkene. Bibler'n er som å komme inn i en annen, forgangen tid, der alt er bevart som før.

quote William Roscoe Estep > Quotes > Quotable Quote “But when the Lord comes in glory to judgment, then will the sinner repent; it is then too late to acquire forgiveness; he here publishes his divine word, and teaches men that they shall forsake their sinful lives, believe in Christ, be baptized on faith, and render obedience to the gospel. Therefore, sons of men," he pleads, "forsake your sins, and continue no longer in your hardness, sickness, blindness and ungodliness, when you can have a physican [sic] who can heal all your infirmities, and who will afford his services gratis (Matt. ix. 12).,148

L'unica terra gratis che hanno i poveri è quella delle unghie.

Por eso a las chicas muy guapas las dejan pasar gratis: las consideran objetos de consumo en lugar de consumidoras. Ese es nuestro mayor privilegio: ahorrarnos quince euros por la noche gracias a que nos ven como cosas en lugar de personas.

Los trabajos culturales animan a una implicación entusiasta como manera de evidenciar el valor (inmaterial) de la pasión de un trabajo creativo, intelectual o estético que punza. Pero, simultáneamente, dicho entusiasmo participa en un proyecto de vulnerabilidad económica, sostenido en «unos ganan siempre y otros viven del entusiasmo y la vocación», justificando que se trabaje gratis o se pague por trabajar.

we live in accelerated times where everyone is connected, online and instant. We multitask and link and follow and like. A nonstop whirl of fame and fortune, immediate celebrity and life lived in status messages. We’re rushing at the speed of life from one situation to another, afraid to miss anything. Yet everything stops. One way or the other, the end is the only option. So why do we worry so much about it? Can we not embrace where we are, stop for a few seconds, look around and take a deep breath? Enjoy a brief respite from a world under pressure and hurtling towards the abyss of the future.