Knappe Man Quotes

Kann man Selbstbewusstsein eigentlich irgendwo in einer Dose kaufen? Du scheinst das ja zu löffeln wie andere Nutella.” “Klar, haben sie jetzt drüben bei Wal-Mart. Aber nur für Kunden über 1,60. Tut mir leid, knapp verpasst.

Sometimes I look back and think my whole adult life has been underlined with a feeling of waiting – waiting for something to happen, waiting for circumstances to change, waiting for the right man or the right job or the right shoes-and-clothes-and-haircut to swoop down from above and change me, to infuse me from the outside in with a feeling of well-being and validation and peace of mind.

Drinking alone is what you do when you can’t stand the feeling of living in your own skin. Boswell describes this in his Life of Johnson: “I drink alone,” Johnson explains, “to get rid of myself, to send myself away. Wine makes a man better pleased with himself.

Auch wenn ich sie bereits im Bikini gesehen – also richtig angestarrt – hatte, war es beim Surfunterricht wieder etwas vollkommen anderes, da ich nun näher herantreten musste. Natürlich nur, um ihre Beine richtig zu positionieren oder ihre Haltung auszubessern, während ich beim Trockentraining am Strand erklärte: »Du musst in der Mitte immer fest bleiben, sonst hast du am Brett auf der Welle keine Chance. Körperspannung ist das A und O beim Surfen. Und natürlich Talent«, witzelte ich großspurig und Sarah verdrehte die hübschen, grünen Augen. »Klar, du hast aber auch überall Talente, stimmt‘s?« »Stimmt genau!« »Kann man Selbstbewusstsein eigentlich irgendwo in einer Dose kaufen? Du scheinst das ja mit Löffeln zu futtern wie andere Nutella«, gab sie schlagfertig zurück. Unbekümmert zuckte ich die Schultern. »Klar, haben sie jetzt drüben bei Wal-Mart. Aber nur für Kunden über 1,60. Tut mir leid, knapp verpasst.«

The key point here is Macaulay’s belief that “knowledge and reflection” on the part of the Hindus, especially the Brahmanas, would cause them to give up their age-old belief in anything Vedic in favor of Christianity. The purpose was to turn the strength of Hindu intellectuals against their own kind by utilizing their commitment to scholarship in uprooting their own tradition, which Macaulay viewed as nothing more than superstitions. His plan was to educate the Hindus to become Christians and turn them into collaborators. He persisted with this idea for fifteen years until he found the money and the right man for turning his utopian idea into reality. He needed someone who would translate and interpret the Vedic texts in such a way that the newly educated Indian elite would see the superiority of the Bible and choose that over everything else. Upon his return to England, after a good deal of effort he found a talented but impoverished young German Vedic scholar by name Friedrich Max Muller who was willing to take on the arduous job. Macaulay used his influence with the East India Company to find funds for Max Muller’s translation of the Rig Veda. Though an ardent German nationalist, Max Muller agreed for the sake of Christianity to work for the East India Company, which in reality meant the British Government of India. He also badly needed a major sponsor for his ambitious plans, which he felt he had at last found. The fact is that Max Muller was paid by the East India Company to further its colonial aims, and worked in cooperation with others who were motivated by the superiority of the German race through the white Aryan race theory. This was the genesis of his great enterprise, translating the Rig Veda with Sayana's commentary and the editing of the fifty-volume Sacred Books of the East. In this way, there can be no doubt regarding Max Muller’s initial aim and commitment to converting Indians to Christianity. Writing to his wife in 1866 he observed: “It [the Rig Veda] is the root of their religion and to show them what the root is, I feel sure, is the only way of uprooting all that has sprung from it during the last three thousand years.” Two years later he also wrote the Duke of Argyle, then acting Secretary of State for India: “The ancient religion of India is doomed. And if Christianity does not take its place, whose fault will it be?” This makes it very clear that Max Muller was an agent of the British government paid to advance its colonial interests. Nonetheless, he still remained an ardent German nationalist even while working in England. This helps explain why he used his position as a recognized Vedic and Sanskrit scholar to promote the idea of the “Aryan race” and the “Aryan nation,” a theory amongst a certain class of so-called scholars, which has maintained its influence even until today.

Do you really regard Mr. Knapp as crazy?" Grainger took thought. He was rapidly regaining his stolid good sense. "No." he admitted, "but he puzzles me. And I simply can't accept his mad notions about stars and planets. A nice figure I'd cut in the witness box if I said I had arrested John Smith for stealing the parson's chickens because the prisoner couln't keep his fingers off another man's fowls when Jupiter was in the ascendant.

Wie ich mir schon hatte vorstellen können, machte sie im hautengen, ärmellosen Neoprenanzug eine Top-Figur. Auch wenn ich sie bereits im Bikini gesehen – also richtig angestarrt – hatte, war es beim Surfunterricht wieder etwas vollkommen anderes, da ich nun näher an sie herantreten musste. Natürlich nur, um ihre Beine richtig zu positionieren oder ihre Haltung auszubessern, während ich beim Trockentraining am Strand erklärte: »Du musst in der Mitte immer fest bleiben, sonst hast du auf der Welle keine Chance. Körperspannung ist das A und O beim Surfen. Und natürlich Talent«, witzelte ich großspurig und Sarah verdrehte ihre hübschen, grünen Augen. »Klar, du hast aber auch überall Talente, stimmt‘s?« »Stimmt genau!« »Kann man Selbstbewusstsein eigentlich irgendwo in einer Dose kaufen? Du scheinst das ja zu löffeln wie andere Nutella«, gab sie schlagfertig zurück. Unbekümmert zuckte ich mit den Schultern. »Klar, haben sie jetzt drüben bei Wal-Mart. Aber nur für Kunden über 1,60. Tut mir leid, knapp verpasst.«

…That God will open up to us a door for the word, so that we may speak forth the mystery of Christ.… —Colossians 4:3 (NAS) Because of a staffing snag, our church’s teen class on Sundays had dwindled to practically no one. I offered to step in as teacher. So began a string of Sunday morning “sit-ins.” Many times I waited alone. But there was the day a boy dropped by with two cousins in tow. The sisters’ troubled home situation in another state had them temporarily residing with their aunt. We discussed the story of the Bible’s “cutter”— a wild man living among the tombs who cut himself with stones—and how Jesus healed him. The girls absorbed every word of this account of things gone wrong made right. They needed such hope. Another morning there was one girl. We each created a “word portrait” of ourselves and then explored the Bible’s portrait of Jesus. For an hour we talked animatedly about ourselves and Jesus. Where we were like Him (in joy and caring and love for nature and children) and where we had work to do (in areas of trust and self-control). She liked that Jesus was outside the mainstream of His day. She, too, felt different from others and was encouraged in her authenticity. The weeks of showing up every Sunday “just in case” had a reason. God wanted to open doors in these young lives…and made me a doorkeeper. Father, what I do for You matters…even if it's to be a doorkeeper, waiting “just in case.” —Carol Knapp Digging Deeper: Ps 84:10; Mt 19:14; Jas 3:18

Once upon a time man conceived the belief that this universe, with its many worlds swinging through space, was created for him. He fancied that the sun shone by day to warm and vivify him; that the stars of night were none other than lamps to his feet; that the other animals existed to afford him food and clothing—and sport; that the very flowers of the field blossomed and fruited and were beautiful for his gratification. In fact, man conceived the belief that instead of being the wise brother and helper of this creation amidst which he moves, he was the great central pivot upon which all revolves. A sorry lesson, surely, for man to read into the broad, open page of Nature’s great book. Small wonder that to him in his meanness its message came as “the painful riddle of the earth.” But it was the best he could do: the best any of us can do until we have learned the great lesson of the ancient Wise One has written out for us—which she will teach us, in time, through death, if we will not let her teach it through life: the lesson that use is not appropriation; that appropriation sets use to groan and sweat under fardels of evil.

Ist doch echt komisch, dass diese Wahlentscheidungen oft so knapp ausfallen«, wundere ich mich. »Das hat bestimmt damit zu tun, dass man immer das Gefühl hat, nur zwischen Übeln wählen zu dürfen. Aber warum, wenn sich doch theoretisch jeder zur Wahl stellen kann, stehen am Ende nur Leute zur Wahl, die man nicht wählen möchte?

In 1988, during the Mikhail Gorbachev “Gorby-mania” that was sweeping the country, Trump was so taken by Russia that he was easily fooled by a Gorbachev impersonator named Ronald Knapp. Knapp suddenly appeared at Trump Tower in a stretch limousine, shaking his hands together in the air like a boxing champ. Trump was so excited he ran down to meet the supposed Soviet leader. Maureen Dowd reported that a local TV man on the scene, Channel 5’s Gordon Elliot, affirmed, “There was absolutely no question he bought it.”16

The barkeep had whiskey too, or said that’s what it was. But one man claimed he’d seen him throw a rattlesnake in the barrel to give his whiskey more kick. The barkeep didn’t actually deny it, but said that the only rattler he’d seen recently had been small.

Der Krempel im Blog hatte seinen Zweck und nutzte die Gelegenheiten der Situation mit der Neigung zu den entsprechenden Mitteln des Hasses der Vernunft, aber die Zeiten von Blogs sind nun wohl vorüber; jetzt muss man eben wieder Bücherschreiben. Schade, aber der Verfasser kann es auch nicht ändern. Peter Hacks fand, dass „jeder Kommunist, der Bücherschreiben kann, sein eigenes bescheidenes Buch über den Kommunismus schreiben“ solle. Diejenigen aber, die heute Bücher über den Kommunismus schreiben, sind keine Kommunisten, und jene, die Kommunisten sind, können keine Bücher schreiben; das ist, knapp skizziert, die geistige Ausgangslage, von deren Beilegung der Verfasser gerne noch vernehmen würde.

Sometimes I look back and think my whole adult life has been underlined with a feeling of waiting – waiting for something to happen, waiting for circumstances to change, waiting for the right man or the right job or the right shoes-and-clothes-and-haircut to swoop down from above and change me, to infuse me from the outside in with a feeling of well-being and validation and peace of mind

No one is going to tell you who to marry, or what career to pursue, or how to cut your hair, and so you're thrown back on yourself. The freedom to chose, in other words, means the freedom to make mistakes, to falter and fail, to come face-to-face with your own flaws and limitations and fears and secrets, to live with the terrible uncertainty that necessarily attends to the construction of the self. This, I think, is the steady pulse of agitation behind an unsettled appetite, this wobbling, reaching anxiety, which craves relief, stalks it, hunts it down in tangible forms: Eat the cake, which will assuage some internal emptiness; buy that jacket, which will cloak you in an identity; call that man, who will define and give shape to your life.