Nec Quotes

Isaac out of surgery. It went well. He's officially NEC. NEC meant "no evidence of cancer." A second text came a few seconds later. I mean, he's blind. So that's unfortunate.

Ardet nec consumitur," Melina said. "Burned but not destroyed.

Animula vagula blandula Hospes comesque corporis Quae nunc abibis? In Loca Pallidula rigida nudula nec ut soles dabis Iocos. Little soul, you charming little wanderer, my body's guest and partner, where are you off to now? somewhere without colour, savage and bare; You'll crack no more of your jokes once you're there.

Ego vos mergam, nec merger a vobis. I sink you, that I will not be sunk by you.

Biracial.” I correct with an edge. “Puppies are mixed.

Quaeritur huic alius; nec quisquam ex agmine tanto audet adire virum manibusque inducere caestus.

Iam nil officiunt mihi nec ipsae nocturnae tenebrae: teneo te, meum lumen.

I start to wish that my weed was laced with something that will kill me, but I know it’s not.  It’s the pure stuff I buy from my manager at work, so I try to be the first guy to die from straight marijuana.

Non est salvatori salvator, neque defensori dominus, nec pater nec mater, nihil supernum.

Animula vagula blandula Hospes comesque corporis Quae nunc abibis in loca Pallidula rigida nudula Nec ut soles dabis iocos

Haud impune quidem; nec talia passus Ulixes, oblitusve sui est Ithacus discrimine tanto.

Tu ne quaesieris--scire nefas--quem mihi, quem tibi finem di dederint, Leuconoe, nec Babylonios temptaris numeros. Ut melius, quidquid erit, pati. . . . Spem longam reseces. Dum loquimur fugerit invida aetas. Carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero.

Ponekad mi se ucini da mi beze pod nogama putevi i daljine. I kadgod mi se dogodi da dospem u daleko, i stanem nasred njega i mislim: konacno, evo me; ako podignem oci, vidim da svako najdalje ima svoje jos dalje. Mozda je to i sreca. Mozda imam u sebi nesto duze od krajeva. Mozda imam u sebi toliko mnogo sveta, da se nikada, nigde, nec...e moci zavrsiti. Nije rec o zivotu, nego o njegovom dejstvu. Jer neke stvari se ne mogu saznati samo ocima. Postoje u meni mnoga, neverovatna cula. Cula vode i vazduha, metala, ikre, semenja,... Oni koji me srecu, misle da ja to putujem. A ne putujem ja. To beskraj po meni hoda. Od koje sam ja vrste? Znam jednu novu igru. Zaustavim se naprasno i ne micem se satima. Pravim se kao da razmisljam i da u sebi rastem. Cinim to dosta uverljivo. Dok imitiram drvece, neko sa strane, neupucen, stvarno bi pomislio da sam pustio korenje. Razlistavam se sluhom. Zagrljajima. Disanjem. Cak se i ptice prevare, pa mi slete u kosu i gnezde mi se na ramenu. Pravim se da sam trom sanjar. Nespretan penjac. Spor saputnik. Pravim se da mi je tesko da se savijam preko belih ostrica realnog. Pravim se da mi nedostaje hitrina iznenadnog skracivanja u tacku i produzetka u nedogled... Ja ne upoznajem svet, vec ga samo prepoznajem. Ne idem da ga otkrivam, nego da ga se prisetim, kao nekakve svoje daleke uspomene. Jer mnogo puta sam bio gde nisam jos koracao. I mnogo puta sam ziveo u onom sto jos ne poznajem. I mnogo puta sam grlio to sto ce tek biti oblici. Zato izgledam izgubljen i neprestano se osvrcem. A u sebi se smeskam. Jer, ako niste znali, svet je cudesna igracka. Moze li se izgubiti neko u nekakvom vremenu i nekakvom prostoru, ako u sebi nosi sva vremena i prostore?... Smeta mi krov da sanjam. Smeta mi nebo da verujem...

Tum vero exarsit iuveni dolor ossibus ingens, nec lacrimis caruere genae, segnemque Menoeten, oblitus decorisque sui sociumque salutis, in mare praecipitem puppi deturbat ab alta; ipse gubernaclo rector subit, ipse magister,

Here are the essentials of a happy life, my dear friend: money not worked for, but inherited; some land not unproductive; a hearth fire always going; law suits never; the toga rarely worn; a calm mind; a gentleman’s strong and healthy body; circumspect candor, friends who are your equals; relaxed dinner parties, a simple table, nights not drunken, but free from anxieties; a marriage bed not prudish, and yet modest; plenty of sleep to make the dark hours short. Wish to be what you are, and prefer nothing more. Don’t fear your last day, or hope for it either. Translated from original text: Vitam quae faciant beatiorem, Iucundissime Martialis, haec sunt: Res non parta labore, sed relicta; Non ingratus ager, focus perennis; Lis numquam, toga rara, mens quieta; Vires ingenuae, salubre corpus; Prudens simplicitas, pares amici; Convictus facilis, sine arte mensa; Nox non ebria, sed soluta curis; Non tristis torus, et tamen pudicus; Somnus, qui faciat breves tenebras: Quod sis, esse velis nihilque malis; Summum nec metuas diem nec optes.

Tu ne quaesieris, scire nefas, quem mihi, quem tibi finem di dederint, Leuconoe, nec Babylonios temptaris numeros. ut melius, quidquid erit, pati. seu pluris hiemes seu tribuit Iuppiter ultimam, quae nunc oppositis debilitat pumicibus mare: Tyrrhenum sapias, vina liques et spatio brevi spem longam reseces. dum loquimur, fugerit invida aetas: carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero.

Fluctuat nec mergitur." "Is that Latin?" "Yes. It's the motto of Paris--something like, Tossed but not sunk. The French translate it a bit more prettily--She is tossed by the waves but she does not sink." Then he looked at me. "We've all been tossed by the waves, haven't we, little 'un? The t-trick is not to sink...

nec possum tecum vivere, nec sine te." *Martial, Epigrams 12, XLVI

vita nec bonum nec malum est.

Ita est: non accipimus brevem vitam sed fecimus, nec inopes eius sed prodigi sumus.

Non homines timere, non deos; nec turpia velle nec nimia; in se ipsum habere maximam potestatem: inaestimabile bonum est suum fieri.

Emollit mores nec sinit esse feros. A faithful study of the liberal arts humanizes character and permits it not to be cruel.

Iamque opus exegi, quod nec Iovis ira nec ignes nec poterint ferrum nec edax abolere vetustas. cum volet, illa dies, quae nil nisi corporis huius ius habet, incerti spatium mihi finiat aevi: parte tamen meliore mei super alta perennis astra ferar, nomenque erit indelibile nostrum, quaque patet domitis Romana potentia terris, ore legar populi, perque omnia saecula fama, siquid haben veri vatum praesagia, vivam.

I finished 11th grade with a perfect 5.0 GPA, so valedictorian is a sure thing if

I’m sorry Brooke.  I didn’t know that when I thought I was eating a fried chicken sandwich, I was really eating bigotry and oppression.

I want Sani to flip the fuck out, and get murdered by all the werewolves and fairies and vampires in the room.

Conscia mens recti, nec si sinit esse dolorem Sed revocare gradum.

Nec si quot placidis ignea noctibus Scintillant tacito sydera culmine, Nec si quot tepidum flante Favonio Ver suffundit humo rosas, Tot sint ora mihi...

Animula, vagula, blandula Hospes comesque corporis Quae nunc abibis in loca Pallidula, rigida, nudula, Nec, ut soles, dabis iocos...

odi hanc ego quae repetit uoluitque Palaemonis artem seruata semper lege et ratione loquendi ignotosque mihi tenet antiquaria uersus nec curanda uiris.

Talibus insidiis periurique arte Sinonis credita res, captique dolis lacrimisque coactis, quos neque Tydides, nec Larisaeus Achilles, non anni domuere decem, non mille carinae.

huc est mens deducta tua, mea Lesbia, culpa, atque ita se officio perdidit ipsa suo, ut iam nec bene velle queat tibi, si optima fias, nec desistere amare, omnia si facias.

postremo pereunt imbres, ubi eos pater aether in gremium matris terrai praecipitavit; at nitidae surgunt fruges ramique virescunt arboribus, crescunt ipsae fetuque gravantur. hinc alitur porro nostrum genus atque ferarum, hinc laetas urbes pueris florere videmus frondiferasque novis avibus canere undique silvas, hinc fessae pecudes pinguis per pabula laeta corpora deponunt et candens lacteus umor uberibus manat distentis, hinc nova proles artubus infirmis teneras lasciva per herbas ludit lacte mero mentes perculsa novellas. haud igitur penitus pereunt quaecumque videntur, quando alit ex alio reficit natura nec ullam rem gigni patitur nisi morte adiuta aliena.

Hic Priamus, quamquam in media iam morte tenetur, non tamen abstinuit, nec voci iraeque pepercit: 'At tibi pro scelere,' exclamat, 'pro talibus ausis, di, si qua est caelo pietas, quae talia curet, persolvant grates dignas et praemia reddant debita, qui nati coram me cernere letum fecisti et patrios foedasti funere voltus. At non ille, satum quo te mentiris, Achilles talis in hoste fuit Priamo; sed iura fidemque supplicis erubuit, corpusque exsangue sepulchro reddidit Hectoreum, meque in mea regna remisit.

nec dicamus tamen quod haeretici Sabelliani, eundem esse Patrem, qui est et Filius, et eundem Spiritum sanctum, qui est et Pater et Filius, sed Patrem esse Filii Patrem, et Filium Patris Filium, et Patris et Filii Spiritum sanctum nec Patrem esse nec Filium.

E tenebris tantis tam clarum extollere lumen qui primus potuisti inlustrans commoda vitae, te sequor, o Graiae gentis decus, inque tuis nunc ficta pedum pono pressis vestigia signis, non ita certandi cupidus quam propter amorem quod te imitari aveo; quid enim contendat hirundo cycnis, aut quid nam tremulis facere artubus haedi consimile in cursu possint et fortis equi vis? tu, pater, es rerum inventor, tu patria nobis suppeditas praecepta, tuisque ex, inclute, chartis, floriferis ut apes in saltibus omnia libant, omnia nos itidem depascimur aurea dicta, aurea, perpetua semper dignissima vita. nam simul ac ratio tua coepit vociferari naturam rerum divina mente coorta diffugiunt animi terrores, moenia mundi discedunt. totum video per inane geri res. apparet divum numen sedesque quietae, quas neque concutiunt venti nec nubila nimbis aspergunt neque nix acri concreta pruina cana cadens violat semper[que] innubilus aether integit et large diffuso lumine ridet: omnia suppeditat porro natura neque ulla res animi pacem delibat tempore in ullo.

Aestus erat, mediamque dies exegerat horam; adposui medio membra levanda toro. pars adaperta fuit, pars altera clausa fenestrae; quale fere silvae lumen habere solent, qualia sublucent fugiente crepuscula Phoebo, aut ubi nox abiit, nec tamen orta dies. illa verecundis lux est praebenda puellis, qua timidus latebras speret habere pudor. ecce, Corinna venit, tunica velata recincta, candida dividua colla tegente coma— qualiter in thalamos famosa Semiramis isse dicitur, et multis Lais amata viris. Deripui tunicam—nec multum rara nocebat; pugnabat tunica sed tamen illa tegi. quae cum ita pugnaret, tamquam quae vincere nollet, victa est non aegre proditione sua. ut stetit ante oculos posito velamine nostros, in toto nusquam corpore menda fuit. quos umeros, quales vidi tetigique lacertos! forma papillarum quam fuit apta premi! quam castigato planus sub pectore venter! quantum et quale latus! quam iuvenale femur! Singula quid referam? nil non laudabile vidi et nudam pressi corpus ad usque meum. Cetera quis nescit? lassi requievimus ambo. proveniant medii sic mihi saepe dies!

Fieri autem potest ut recte quis sentiat et id, quod sentit, polite eloqui non possit; sed mandare quemquam litteris cogitationes suas, qui eas nec disponere nec illustrare possit nec delectatione aliqua adlicere lectorem, hominis est intemperanter abutentis et otio et litteris.

Illam meae si partem animae tulit Maturior vis, quid moror altera? Nec carus aeque, nec superstes Integer. Ille dies ultramque Ducet ruinam. [Wenn meinen besten Teil der Seele die Parzen vor der Zeit abrissen, was zaudert der andere, der mir nicht lieber, nicht überlebender ist! Ein Tag stürzt uns beide ins Grab.]

Facilia sic putant omnes quce jam facta, nec de salebris cogitant, ubi via strata [when a thing has once been done, people think it easy; when the road is made, they forget how rough the way used to be]; so men are valued, their labours vilified by fellows of no worth themselves, as things of naught, who could not have done as much.

Hisce tibi in rebus latest alteque videndum et longe cunctas in partis dispiciendum, ut reminiscaris summam rerum esse profundam et videas caelum summai totius unum quam sit parvula pars et quam multesima constet, nec tota pars, homo terrai quota totius unus. quod bene propositum si plane contueare ac videas plane, mirari multa relinquas.

Do they know I’m black?”  I ask. “I thought you were biracial.” To most white people, black and biracial are the same thing.

The fact that he’s a great person makes me feel even shittier.

No broad is going to rip out my throat; I don’t care what she looks like.

but I can’t tell her that it doesn’t matter that she’s poor, because it does matter to me, but I can rectify the problem.  Everything else about her is perfect.

I might Chris Brown her ass,

I smoke up all my shit and gulp down a few beers, and listen to soft, love songs by Drake, and even though I usually like Drake, I’m like ‘Drake man, these ho’s ain’t loyal.

Nec minus interea Misenum in litore Teucri flebant, et cineri ingrato suprema ferebant. Principio pinguem taedis et robore secto ingentem struxere pyram, cui frondibus atris intexunt latera, et ferales ante cupresios constituunt, decorantque super fulgentibus armis. Pars calidos latices et aena undantia flammis expediunt, corpusque lavant frigentis et unguunt.

quid Romae faciam? mentiri nescio; librum, si malus est, nequeo laudare et poscere; motus astrorum ignoro; funus promittere patris nec uolo nec possum; ranarum uiscera numquam inspexi; ferre ad nuptam quae mittit adulter, quae mandat, norunt alii; me nemo ministro fur erit, atque ideo nulli comes exeo tamquam mancus et extinctae corpus non utile dextrae.

It is certain, that nothing less than the intervention of Jupiter was required to save the four unfortunate sergeants of the bailiff of the courts. If we had the happiness of having invented this very veracious tale, and of being, in consequence, responsible for it before our Lady Criticism, it is not against us that the classic precept, Nec deus intersit, could be invoked.

En la cabecera se leía en letras lilas: "Fluctuat nec mergitur". Era latín. Eureka lo había memorizado de la camiseta de la Sorbona con la que dormía casi todas las noches. Diana le había comprado aquella camiseta en París. Tenía escrito el lema de la ciudad y también el de su madre. "Batida por las olas, pero no hundida." A Eureka le dio un vuelco el corazón ante la cruel ironía.

Quid est enim tempus? Quis hoc facile breuiterque explicauerit? Quis hoc ad uerbum de illo proferendum uel cogitatione comprehenderit? Quid autem familiarius et notius in loquendo commemoramus quam tempus? Et intellegimus utique cum id loquimur, intellegimus etiam cum alio loquente id audimus. Quid est ergo tempus? Si nemo ex me quærat, scio; si quærenti explicare uelim, nescio. Fidenter tamen dico scire me quod, si nihil præteriret, non esset præteritum tempus, et si nihil adueniret, non esset futurum tempus, et si nihil esset, non esset præsens tempus. Duo ergo illa tempora, præteritum et futurum, quomodo sunt, quando et præteritum iam non est et futurum nondum est? Præsens autem si semper esset præsens nec in præteritum transiret, non iam esset tempus, sed æternitas. Si ergo præsens, ut tempus sit, ideo fit, quia in præteritum transit, quomodo et hoc esse dicimus, cui causa, ut sit, illa est, quia non erit, ut scilicet non uere dicamus tempus esse, nisi quia tendit non esse?

He’d paused at the entrance and was, once again, staring down at the mosaic in the floor. Jostled and shoved by impatient guests, Armand stood his ground and contemplated the ancient symbol of Paris before it was Paris. Jacques had quoted the Latin motto. Fluctuat nec mergitur. Beaten by the waves, but never sinks. For the first time, despite seeing it for decades, Armand realized the mosaic looked like a scene from The Tempest. Shakespeare’s play opened with a terrible storm, and a ship in peril. As a young man leaped from a sinking ship to almost certain death, he screamed, “Hell is empty, and all the devils are here.

Humana ante oculos foede cum vita iaceret in terris oppressa gravi sub religione quae caput a caeli regionibus ostendebat horribili super aspectu mortalibus instants, primum Graius homo mortalis tollere contra est oculos ausus primusque obsistere contra, quem neque fama deum nec fulmina nec minitanti murmure compressit caelum, sed eo magis acrem irritat animi virtutem, effringere ut arta naturae primus portarum claustra cupiret. Ergo vivida vis animi pervicit, et extra processit longe flammantia moenia mundi atque omne immensum peragravit mente animoque, unde refert nobis victor quid possit oriri, quid nequeat, finita potestas denique cuique quanam sit ratione atque alte terminus haerens. Quare religio pedibus subiecta vicissim obteritur, nos exaequat victoria caelo.

Ode 4.7 Diffugere niues, redeunt iam gramina campis arboribus comae; mutat terra uices et decrescentia ripas flumina praetereunt; Gratia cum Nymphis geminisque sororibus audet ducere nuda chorus. Inmortalia ne speres, monet annus et almum quae rapit hora diem. Frigora mitescunt Zephyris, uer proterit aestas, interitura simul pomifer autumnus fruges effuderit, et mox bruma recurrit iners. Damna tamen celeres reparant caelestia lunae: non ubi decidimus quo pater Aeneas, quo diues Tullus et Ancus, puluis et umbra sumus. Quis scit an adiciant hodiernae crastina summae tempora di superi? Cuncta manus auidas fugient heredis, amico quae dederis animo. Cum semel occideris et de te splendida Minos fecerit arbitria, non, Torquate, genus, non te facundia, non te restituet pietas; infernis neque enim tenebris Diana pudicum liberat Hippolytum, nec Lethaea ualet Theseus abrumpere caro uincula Pirithoo.

Carmen LXXVI Siqua recordanti benefacta priora voluptas est homini, cum se cogitat esse pium, nec sanctam violasse fidem, nec foedere in ullo divum ad fallendos numine abusum homines, multa parata manent in longa aetate, Catulle, ex hoc ingrato gaudia amore tibi. nam quaecumque homines bene cuiquam aut dicere possunt aut facere, haec a te dictaque factaque sunt; omnia quae ingratae perierunt credita menti. quare cur tu te iam amplius excrucies? quin tu animum offirmas atque istinc teque reducis et dis invitis desinis esse miser? difficilest longum subito deponere amorem. difficilest, verum hoc qualubet efficias. una salus haec est, hoc est tibi pervincendum: hoc facias, sive id non pote sive pote. o di, si vestrumst misereri, aut si quibus umquam extremam iam ipsa in morte tulistis opem, me miserum aspicite et, si vitam puriter egi, eripite hanc pestem perniciemque mihi. heu, mihi surrepens imos ut torpor in artus expulit ex omni pectore laetitias! non iam illud quaero, contra me ut diligat illa, aut, quod non potis est, esse pudica velit: ipse valere opto et taetrum hunc deponere morbum. o di, reddite mi hoc pro pietate mea.

« Les lutteurs de l’université, avec lesquels s’entraînait Garp parfois, avaient un vocabulaire très précis pour désigner les photos de ce genre. Le vocabulaire en question, Garp le connaissait, n’avait pas changé depuis l’époque où il était élève à Steering et où ses camarades commentaient en termes identiques ce genre de photos. Une seule chose avait changé, ces photos circulaient désormais en toute liberté, mais le vocabulaire était le même. La photo que Garp contemplait dans son rêve se situait tout en haut de l’échelle dans la hiérarchie des photos pornographiques. Pour les photos de femmes nues, les appellations variaient ce que l’on pouvait voir. Si la toison pubienne était visible, mais non les parties génitales, cela s’appelait une « photo de buisson » – ou simplement un « buisson ». Si les organes génitaux étaient visibles, même partiellement dissimulés sous les poils, on disait un « castor » ; un « castor » avait davantage la cote qu’un buisson ; un castor montrait tout : les poils et les organes. Si les organes étaient ouverts, on disait un « castor fendu ». Et si le tout luisait, c’était, en manière de pornographie, le nec plus ultra : un « castor fendu et mouillé ». La moiteur impliquait que non seulement la femme était nue, offerte et ouverte, mais qu’en outre elle était prête. »

Günde 18 saat çalışmak; işte 18.yüzyıl insanseverlerin ve ahlakçılarının idealleri. nec plus ultra: daha ötesi yok çağımızın çalışma yüzyılı olduğu söyleniyor, aslında acının, sefaletin ve çürümenin yüzyılı kırsal bir yerleşimin orta yerine fabrika dikmektense, veba tohumu ekmek, su kaynaklarını zehirlemek daha iyidir. yoksul uluslar halkın rahat ettiği uluslardır, zengin uluslarda ise halk genellikle yoksuldur. modern ordular sadece iç düşmanı ezmek için beslenirler burjuvazinin sanayi ve ticari yeni ihtiyaçlarına uyum sağlamış protestanlık, halkın dinlenmesini daha az dert etti. dini bayramları azalttı. in anima vili: değersiz hayat tacir ve ticaret her zaman aşağılanan bir şey olmuştur antik yunanda Platon'a göre: doğa ne kunduracı yaratır, ne de demirci. Bu tür meşguliyetler bunları yerine getiren kişileri değersizleştirir. Yalan söylemeyi ve aldatmayı alışkanlık haline getirmiş tacirlere ise, sitede ancak zorunlu bir kötülük olarak müsamaha gösterilecektir. Cicero şöyle demektedir: Bir dükkandan saygıya ve hürmete layık ne çıkabilir? Ticaret namuslu bir şey üretebilir mi? Dükkan denen şey dürüst bir insana layık değildir. Tüccarlar yalan söylemeden kazanamadığına göre, yalancı olmaktan daha utanç verici ne olabilir? kim ki kendi emeğini para karşılığı satar, kendini de satar ve köle mertebesine düşürür.

Ventum deinde ad multo angustiorem rupem atque ita rectis saxis ut aegre expeditus miles temptabundus manibusque retinens uirgulta ac stirpes circa eminentes demittere sese posset. Natura locus iam ante praeceps recenti lapsu terrae in pedum mille admodum altitudinem abruptus erat. Ibi cum uelut ad finem uiae equites constitissent, miranti Hannibali quae res moraretur agmen nuntiatur rupem inuiam esse. Digressus deinde ipse ad locum uisendum. Haud dubia res uisa quin per inuia circa nec trita antea, quamuis longo ambitu, circumduceret agmen. Ea uero uia insuperabilis fuit; nam cum super ueterem niuem intactam noua modicae altitudinis esset, molli nec praealtae facile pedes ingredientium insistebant; ut uero tot hominum iumentorumque incessu dilapsa est, per nudam infra glaciem fluentemque tabem liquescentis niuis ingrediebantur. Taetra ibi luctatio erat, [ut a lubrica] glacie non recipiente uestigium et in prono citius pedes fallente, ut, seu manibus in adsurgendo seu genu se adiuuissent, ipsis adminiculis prolapsis iterum corruerent; nec stirpes circa radicesue ad quas pede aut manu quisquam eniti posset erant; ita in leui tantum glacie tabidaque niue uolutabantur. Iumenta secabant interdum etiam infimam ingredientia niuem et prolapsa iactandis grauius in conitendo ungulis penitus perfringebant, ut pleraque uelut pedica capta haererent in dura et alta concreta glacie. Tandem nequiquam iumentis atque hominibus fatigatis castra in iugo posita, aegerrime ad id ipsum loco purgato; tantum niuis fodiendum atque egerendum fuit. Inde ad rupem muniendam per quam unam uia esse poterat milites ducti, cum caedendum esset saxum, arboribus circa immanibus deiectis detruncatisque struem ingentem lignorum faciunt eamque, cum et uis uenti apta faciendo igni coorta esset, succendunt ardentiaque saxa infuso aceto putrefaciunt. Ita torridam incendio rupem ferro pandunt molliuntque anfractibus modicis cliuos ut non iumenta solum sed elephanti etiam deduci possent. Quadriduum circa rupem consumptum, iumentis prope fame absumptis; nuda enim fere cacumina sunt et, si quid est pabuli, obruunt niues. Inferiora uallis apricos quosdam colles habent riuosque prope siluas et iam humano cultu digniora loca. Ibi iumenta in pabulum missa et quies muniendo fessis hominibus data. Triduo inde ad planum descensum et iam locis mollioribus et accolarum ingeniis. (Ab Urbe Condita XXI.xxxvi-xxxvii)

In 2017, Fiverr ran a similar ad to NEC’s “Power Lunch,” but missing the lunch. In this one, a gaunt twenty-something stares dead-eyed into the camera, accompanied by the following text: “You eat a coffee for lunch. You follow through on your follow-through. Sleep deprivation is your drug of choice. You might be a doer.” Here, the idea that you would even withhold some of that time to sustain yourself with food is essentially ridiculed. In a New Yorker article aptly titled “The Gig Economy Celebrates Working Yourself to Death,” Jia Tolentino concludes after reading a Fiverr press release: “This is the jargon through which the essentially cannibalistic nature of the gig economy is dressed up as an aesthetic. No one wants to eat coffee for lunch or go on a bender of sleep deprivation—or answer a call from a client while having sex, as recommended in [Fiverr’s promotional] video.”17 When every moment is a moment you could be working, power lunch becomes power lifestyle.

Deinde pervenimus in Boemiam, de qua absens fueramus undecim annis. Invenimus autem, quod aliquot annis ante mater nostra dicta Elyzabeth mortua erat. Ipsa vero vivente soror nostra secundogenita, filia sua, nomine Guta, missa erat in Franciam et copulata Iohanni, filio primogenito Philippi, regis Franciae, cuius sororem, nomine Blancam, habebamus in uxorem. Tertia vero soror nostra et ultima nomine Anna erat apud dictam sororem nostram in Francia temporibus illis. et sic cum venissemus in Bohemiam, non invenimus nec patrem nec matrem nec fratrem nec sorores nec aliquem notum. Idioma quoque Bohemicum ex toto oblivioni tradideramus, quod post redicimus, ut loqueremur et intellegeremus ut alter Bohemus. Et divina autem gratia non solum Boemicum, sed Gallicum, Lombardicum, Teutonicum et Latinum ita loqui, scribere et legere scivimus, ut una lingua istarum sicut altera ad scribendum, legendum, loquendum et intelligendum nobis erat apta. Tunc pater noster procedens versus comitatum Luczemburgensem propter quandam guerram, quam gerebat cum duce Bravancie ipse et college sui, videlicet Leodiensis episcopus, Juliacensis marchio, Gerlenensis comes et quam plures alii, commisit nobis auctoritatem suam temporibus absencie sue in Boemia. Quod regnum invenimus ita desolatum, quod nec unum castrum invenimus liberum, quod non esset obligatum cum omnibus bonis regalibus, ita quod non habebamus ubi manere, nisi in domibus civitatum sicut alter civis. Castrum vero Pragense ita desolatum, destructum ac comminutum fuit, quod a tempore Ottogari regis totum prostratum fuit usque ad terram. Ubi de novo palatium magnum et pulchrum cum magnis sumptibus aedificari procuravimus, prout hodierna die apparet intuentibus.

Angustam amice pauperiem pati robustus acri militia puer condiscat et Parthos ferocis vexet eques metuendus hasta vitamque sub divo et trepidis agat in rebus. Illum ex moenibus hosticis matrona bellantis tyranni prospiciens et adulta virgo suspiret, eheu, ne rudis agminum sponsus lacessat regius asperum tactu leonem, quem cruenta per medias rapit ira caedes. Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori. mors et fugacem persequitur virum nec parcit inbellis iuventae poplitibus timidove tergo.

Cigarettes café promenades comme chez les fous un véritable esclandre ici nous sommes tous amis. ici nous sommes tous sains d’esprit. personne ne reconnaît. les regards perdus parlent de nous. les détournements de la réalité immédiate auraient été notre seule réalité. disaient ceux qui pensaient contrôler la réalité. l’infirmier a dit je suis nouveau. une fleur un jour de mai. je suis tout juste bon. pour les pilules probablement une dépression j’ignore si je suis guéri ou si j’ai jamais été déprimé. je fus interrogé par un collègue si je me suis acclimaté. trois mois qu’il pêchait délicatement les plantes dans la rigole. regarde comme elles sont belles. j’avais envie de rire. sans raison. tel un fou. il a été conduit à l’hôpital par un temps hivernal. on ne nous a jamais donné de fourchettes pour manger. Ils disaient qu’on allait se crever les yeux fixant le vide. le premier jour nous avons mangé le plat de résistance avec les mains. aucun de nous n’avait assez de cigarettes. le nec plus ultra était de fumer et d’observer la lune. aucun espoir que les amoureuses ou les épouses nous cherchent. si toutefois ça leur arrivait de passer en coup de vent as tu apporté des cigarettes pour observer la lune. on demandait. j’ai quitté cet endroit. je n’ai pas découvert ce dont je souffrais. d’un hôpital à l’autre. que dira le monde. le pauvre habite en mezzanine. bien sûr ils m’ont demandé comment je me sentais. l’éternelle bienveillance. cela peut arriver à tout un chacun. disait-on. (traduit du roumain par Gabrielle Danoux)

[Khrushchev] took a trip to America and spent some time in the state of Iowa. He saw how vigorously the maize grows there and decided that the shortcomings of the collective farm system could be counterbalanced if the expanses from Kushka to the tundra were sown with this magical cereal. One word was all it took, and the entire country was planted with maize. It didn’t grow. They divided the party into agricultural and municipal regional committees. It didn’t grow. They transformed the ministries into national economic councils—NECs— and the maize still didn’t grow; it refused. They gave up on the maize and set about introducing a reform of the Russian language that would have meant a hare was called a “her” and instead of “cucumber” people would have written “queucamber.

You know when you were a teenager and you’d see your mum with her best friends and they’d seem close, but they weren’t like how you were with your friends? There’d be a strange formality between them – a slight awkwardness when they first met. Your mum would clean the house before they came and they would talk about their children’s coughs and plans for their hair. When we were kids, Farly once said to me: ‘Promise we’ll never get like that. Promise when we’re fifty we’ll be exactly the same with each other. I want us to sit on the sofa, stuffing our faces with crisps and talking about thrush. I don’t want to become women who meet up once every couple of months for a craft fair at the NEC.’ I promised. But little did I know how much work it takes to sustain that kind of intimacy with a friend as you get older – it doesn’t just stick around coincidentally.” Excerpt From Everything I Know About Love Dolly Alderton This material may be protected by copyright.

Nec aspera terrent - latin for "Let nothing difficult frighten thee

Nec Aspera Terrent

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Non est salvatori salvator, neque defensori dominus, nec pater nec mater, nihil supernum.” Нет спасителя у спасителя, нет властителя у защитника, нет ни отца, ни матери, нет никого над ним.

I sat up and squeezed my ass cheeks together hard. “I really don’t think that’s nec—” Jolie raised an eyebrow. “Do you really want me to bring out the mirror again?” A sob escaped my lips and her gaze softened.

Gibbons came trotting out of the dressing room with Nash’s best evening clothes draped over his arm, whistling a merry tune—always a bad sign. “What are you doing with those?” Nash asked suspiciously. “Checking for moths,” replied the valet testily. “We go to Brierwood next week, you will recall.” “Not in that rig.” “But there is to be a ball,” sniffed Gibbons. “I had it from Mr. Hayden-Worth. Honestly, if I waited for you to tell me anything—” “Next week,” Nash interjected. “That, Gibbons, is the operative word.” “And if there are moths?” challenged the valet. “Have you any idea how long it would take to get a new suit of evening clothes made up?” Nash shrugged. “I must have a dozen more in there somewhere,” he said, picking up his coffee. “Just drag out a set of old ones.” “They mightn’t fit,” said Gibbons with another sniff. “None of us, I fear, are quite the men we once were.” Nash put his coffee down, and turned sharply in his chair. “What the devil is that supposed to mean?” Gibbons smiled faintly. “You are almost five-and-thirty, sir,” he said. “Things begin to shift—or spread—perhaps even sag.” “I’ll be damned,” said Nash, leaping from his chair. He loosened the dressing gown and jerked it off. “Really, my lord!” Gibbons rolled his eyes. “The tape measure!” Nash growled, stripping off his shirt and hurling it to the floor. “Get me the goddamned tape measure!” Gibbons sighed, went into the dressing room, and returned with the tape, curled like a little snake in the palm of his hand. Nash loosened the fall of his trousers, and held up his arms. “All right,” he said. “Measure it.” “Sir, this really is not nec—” “No, by God, I said measure it.” Gibbons wrinkled his nose and wrapped the heavy ribbon around Nash’s waist. “Ah-ha!” said Nash. “Thirty-two inches, is it not?” “Tsk, tsk,” said Gibbons. “What?” Nash demanded. “They do say a man’s eyesight is the second thing to go,” said Gibbons mournfully. “This tape plainly says thirty-three.” Nash gasped in horror. “You must be lying.” He squinted down. Yes, Gibbons was lying. The tape very plainly said thirty-four. “Oh, God!” said Nash. “Not to worry, sir,” said Gibbons placatingly. “Before your sucking gasp of horror, it was an even three-and-thirty.

Nec pluribus impar (Não inferior aos outros)

Nec pluribus impar (não inferior a outros) - Louis XIV, King of France

Illa cantat, nos tacemus. Quando ver venit meum? Quando fiam uti chelidon, ut tacere desinam? Perdidi Musam tacendo, nec me Phoebus respicit. Sic Amyclas, cum tacerent, perdidit silentium.

Nothing so common as to have{296} "father fight against the son, brother against brother, kinsman against kinsman, kingdom against kingdom, province against province, Christians against Christians:" a quibus nec unquam cogitatione fuerunt læsi, of whom they never had offence in thought, word, or deed.

Le goût est la qualité fondamentale qui résume toutes les autres qualités. C’est le nec plus ultra de l’intelligence. Ce n’est que par lui seul que le génie est la santé suprême et l’équilibre de toutes les facultés.

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Sunt delicta tamen, quibus ignovisse velumis. Nam neque chorda sonum reddit, quem vult manus et mens, Poscentique gravem persaepe remittit acutum; Nec semper feriet, quodcumque minabitur, arcus. Verum, ubi plura nitent in carmine, non ego paucis Offendar maculis, quas aut incuria fudit, Aut humana parum cavit natura. Quid ergo est? Ut scriptor si peccat idem librarius usque, Quamvis est monitus, venia caret, et citharoedus Ridetur, chorda qui semper oberrat eadem. Ekzistojne dhe gabimet qe gjithsesi duhen falur; ngase as dora dhe mendja s'e jep perhere tingullin e deshiruar, dhe atij qe kerkon zerin e trashe, ia jep te hollin, e as harku s'e qellon perhere cakun e vendosur pezull. Vertete, kur ne poezine shkelqejne shume gjera, mua s'me pengojne njollat e pakta; ato shfaqen nga pakujdesia o nga natyra njerezore. Prandaj cfare duhet bere? Kur si shkrimtari gabon edhe pershkruesi dhe pas verejtjes se thene s'kerkon falje fare, ashtu dhe kitaristi do te perqeshet, kur te njejtit tel i bie gabimisht.

Felices ter et amplius quos inrupta tenet copula nec malis divolsus querimoniis suprema citius solvet amor die.

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

iustum et tenacem propositi virum non civium ardor prava iubentium, non vultus instantis tyranni mente quatit solida neque Auster, dux inquieti turbidus Hadriae, nec fulminantis magna manus Iovis: si fractus illabatur orbis, impavidum ferient ruinae.

Fluctuat nec mergitur.” Every schoolchild in Paris learned those words. It was the motto of the ancient settlement of Lutetia. And of Paris.

L'adjectif shibui concerne le nec plus ultra de cette esthétique, d'une « austère qualité ». Terme complexe, intraduisible, proche de notre «raffiné», il porte à son point culminant la notion de « bon goût ». Il s'applique aux choses usuelles, à la présentation d'un mets, à la manière de se vêtir, au comportement de chaque individu. Pour qu'un objet mérite ce vocable, il doit être simple mais intéressant, exquis dans la sévérité, âpre et rustique mais non grossier, frustre et patiné jusqu'aux limites du délabrement. Les teintes douces, neutres, mates et toujours dégradées l'emportent sur la polychromie, les couleurs tranchantes et le vernis. L'originalité sans prétention et la noblesse de l'unicité ayant bien plus d'importance que le fini, aucun usinage en série n'est admissible. Enfin, la matière brute doit rester visible en l'un ou l'autre endroit de l'objet. Ce respect quasi religieux de la substance rappelle que les Japonais se sentent intimement liés aux trois règnes de la nature. Ils s'étonnent donc de voir une statue peinte, une poterie totalement recouverte d'émail, un corps dont le grain n'est pas mis en valeur. L'artiste en quête de shibui met son étonnante habileté manuelle au service d'une matière qui serait une collaboratrice traitée en égale. (Hors du Japon, seuls les Scandinaves appliquent à la lettre ce dépouillement esthétique. La pureté de leurs « lignes fonctionnelles » a d'ailleurs conquis bien des Occidentaux.) Ennemi juré de l'ostentation, il ne veut pas d'une beauté qui se révèle au premier coup d'œil, car on se lasse plus rapidement d'une satisfaction trop aisée, d'un plaisir immédiat que des joies sereines d'une lente découverte. Péjoratifs en Occident, les mots terne, usé, imparfait, déterminent au contraire l'excellence d'un objet shibui. Le brin de paille dans une céramique, un émail craquelé, l'irrégularité volontaire ou fortuite rehaussent l'originalité d'une œuvre parce qu'ils éveillent l'intérêt de celui qui la contemple. [...] « Les ans sont aimables pour les choses, cruels pour les humains. Mais tout ici-bas n'est qu'un bref passage entre l'éclosion et l'inéluctable anéantissement », disent les Japonais. (pp. 261-262)

Moreover, it must be understood that poetry does not bear witness to the real world. Poetry must not be treated like that. Nec tamen ut testes mos est audire poetas... If what poetry says were taken literally, as a testimony to the world, then there would be Cerberus with three heads and a fur of snakes, Perseus would have winged legs, and Scylla would have dogs in her crotch, and poetry would be responsible for any and all atrocities and immoral acts. This is downright nonsensical. Poetic imagination knows no bounds, its creations are free and cannot be placed in any reality, and poets are not to be judged by their historical truthfulness.

With death, you will never perceive another moment to supplant the final present moment from your consciousness or others that can dim its remembrance. Thus, it will seem eternal to you, yet in reality, it is not. Given both the imperception and deception of material reality occurring in your mind, your NEC [natural eternal consciousness] will be an illusion, an end-of-life illusion of immortality.

One way to view the NEC is as a scrap of leftover consciousness that gets caught in one’s self-awareness and is not biodegradable. One’s last conscious moment is such because, unlike all the other gazillion moments in life, its presence in the mind—i.e., in one’s self-awareness—never gets supplanted by another and remembrance can never fade because forgetting takes time. Neither timelessness nor death removes it from self-awareness because both are never perceived. Therefore human-like consciousness, once embodied within time, once born, is never obliterated but only made psychologically timeless and paused when its physical embodiment is no more.

I fear you not,” said the creature hoarsely, to everyone’s utter astonishment. Then the creature held out a paw. Reynevan would have sprung back had he not been too afraid to move. He suddenly realised in astonishment that the paw was pointing at the arms on Zawisza’s shield. Then, to his even greater astonishment, the creature pointed at the cauldron with the herbal infusion. “Sulima and a herbalist,” the creature croaked. “Rectitude and knowledge. What is there to fear? I fear not. My name is Hans Mein Igel.” “Greetings to you, Hans Mein Igel. Be you hungry? Or thirsty?” “No. It came to sit down. And listen. For it heard their words. And came to listen.” “Please, be our guest.” The creature approached the campfire, bristled up into a ball and stopped moving. “Aaaye.” Zawisza’s composure was truly astonishing. “Where was I?” “You were…” Reynevan swallowed, regaining his speech. “You were saying nec Hercules.

When we were kids, Farly once said to me: “Promise we’ll never get like that. Promise when we’re fifty we’ll be exactly the same with each other. I want us to sit on the sofa, stuffing our faces with crisps and talking about thrush. I don’t want to become women who meet up once every couple of months for a craft fair at the NEC.” I promised. But little did I know how much work it takes to sustain that kind of intimacy with a friend as you get older—it doesn’t just stick around coincidentally.

Es ben significatiu que, fins i tot força més endavant, en un context llatí, la paraula oci (otium) sigui la no marcada, mentre que la paraula «negoci» es construeixi per negació de la primera (nec-otium). El que és normal, l'opció neutra i preferent, és disposar de lleure, de vacança, de temps lliure per poder viure amb plenitud, destinant aquest temps a la contemplació filosòfica o a la divina (el vacare deo medieval: 'dedicar-se a déu'). La negació d'aquest temps de qualitat, el neg-oci, ens allunya de la vida humana plena i ens apropa a la vida instintiva, mancada de sentit des d'un punt de vista humà, a la vida dels animals que, com les abelles, s'afanyen i s'afanyen en la feina sense cap consciència de la finitud de la pròpia existència.

Ardet nec consumitur

Typically, Walter found a good motto for himself: Nec mortem peto, nec finem fugio (I neither seek out death, nor flee from the end).

Mihi crede, magna pars ex iis quos amavimus, licet ipsos casus abstulerit, apud nos manet; nostrum est quod praeterit tempus nec quicquam est loco tutiore quam quod fuit. (Letters to Lucilius, 99.4) Trust me, the greater part of those we’ve loved, though chance stole them away, stays with us; time passed is ours, and nothing stands on surer footing than that which once was.

Nec vta nec fortna hominibus perpes est. (Publilius

Nec Aspera Terrent! Victoria pinget!

nor would he be mistaken that should call those their exercises unbloody battles, and their battles bloody exercises. Nec erraverit si quis eorum meditationes conflictus esse dixerit sine sanguine, contraque praelia meditationes cum sanguine The Jewish war chapter III Part V