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One of the things Ford Prefect had always found hardest to understand about human beings was their habit of continually stating and repeating the very very obvious, as in It's a nice day, or You're very tall, or Oh dear you seem to have fallen down a thirty-foot well, are you all right? At first Ford had formed a theory to account for this strange behaviour. If human beings don't keep exercising their lips, he thought, their mouths probably seize up. After a few months' consideration and observation he abandoned this theory in favour of a new one. If they don't keep on exercising their lips, he thought, their brains start working.
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Douglas Adams (The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, #1))
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One of them hung a pink bra from our lighting fixture. I left it there. It was a nice bra
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Maureen Johnson (The Name of the Star (Shades of London, #1))
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Be like a snake. Be nice to everyone, unless someone steps on you.
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Taylor Swift
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If they weren't nice to you when you were growing up, you'll probably be attracted to partners who aren't nice to you now.
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Kate McGahan
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Good communication has just a little to do with eloquence. It's character that makes it more successful. Harsh words nicely articulated are sharp enough to kill your brand!
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Israelmore Ayivor (The Great Hand Book of Quotes)
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She is deeply concerned with the ways of the mice — Their behaviour’s not good and their manners not nice; So when she has got them lined up on the matting, She teaches them music, crocheting and tatting.
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T.S. Eliot (The Complete Poems and Plays)
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Don't allow yourself to be fooled by how "nice" a person appears to be, measure a person's virtuousness by the way in which they treat others with their words and actions .
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Miya Yamanouchi (Embrace Your Sexual Self: A Practical Guide for Women)
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Tea is still believed, by English people of all classes, to have miraculous properties. A cup of tea can cure, or at least significantly alleviate, almost all minor physical ailments and indispositions, from a headache to a scraped knee. Tea is also an essential remedy for all social and psychological ills, from a bruised ego to the trauma of a divorce or bereavement. This magical drink can be used equally effectively as a sedative or stimulant, to calm and soothe or to revive and invigorate. Whatever your mental or physical state, what you need is ‘a nice cup of tea’.
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Kate Fox (Watching the English: The Hidden Rules of English Behaviour)
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JOHN: You said “Good day.” I think that it is a nice day today.
CAROL: Is it?
JOHN: Yes, I think it is.
CAROL: And why is that important?
JOHN: Because it is the essence of all human communication. I say something
conventional, you respond, and the information we exchange is not about the
“weather,” but that we both agree to converse. In effect, we agree that we are both
human.
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David Mamet (Oleanna)
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Be controlled from the inside of you. Be controlled by your standards. Be motivated by your decisions. Have high standards of behaviour that ride over the negative noise of others. Laugh with those who laugh, mourn with those who mourn, but don’t mourn when you don’t want to, and laugh at those who laugh at you if you want to. Determine not to be a photo-sensor that brightens the lights only when people are nice to you.
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Nana Awere Damoah (Excursions in my Mind)
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We are nice; but we're broken.
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Mitta Xinindlu
“
Women incorporate the values of the male sexual objectifiers within themselves. Catharine MacKinnon calls this being "thingified" in the head (MacKinnon, 1989). They learn to treat their own bodies as objects separate from themselves. Bartky explains how this works: the wolf whistle sexually objectifies a woman from without with the result that, ``"The body which only a moment before I inhabited with such ease now floods my consciousness. I have been made into an object'' (Bartky, 1990, p. 27). She explains that it is not sufficient for a man simply to look at the woman secretly, he must make her aware of his looking with the whistle.
She must, "be made to know that I am a 'nice piece of ass': I must be made to see myself as they see me'' (p. 27). The effect of such male policing behaviour is that, "Subject to the evaluating eye of the male connoisseur, women learn to evaluate themselves first and best'" (Bartky, 1990, p. 28).
Women thus become alienated from their own bodies.
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Sheila Jeffreys (Beauty and Misogyny: Harmful Cultural Practices in the West)
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The understatement rule means that a debilitating and painful chronic illness must be described as ‘a bit of a nuisance’; a truly horrific experience is ‘well, not exactly what I would have chosen’; a sight of breathtaking beauty is ‘quite pretty’; an outstanding performance or achievement is ‘not bad’; an act of abominable cruelty is ‘not very friendly’, and an unforgivably stupid misjudgement is ‘not very clever’; the Antarctic is ‘rather cold’ and the Sahara ‘a bit too hot for my taste’; and any exceptionally delightful object, person or event, which in other cultures would warrant streams of superlatives, is pretty much covered by ‘nice’, or, if we wish to express more ardent approval, ‘very nice’.
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Kate Fox (Watching the English: The Hidden Rules of English Behaviour)
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One of the things Ford Prefect had always found hardest to understand about humans was their habit of continually stating and repeating the very very obvious, as in It’s a nice day, or You’re very tall, or Oh dear you seem to have fallen down a thirty-foot well, are you all right? At first Ford had formed a theory to account for this strange behaviour. If human beings don’t keep exercising their lips, he thought, their mouths probably seize up. After a few months’ consideration and observation he abandoned this theory in favour of a new one. If they don’t keep exercising their lips, he thought, their brains start working. After a while he abandoned this one as well as being obstructively cynical and decided he quite liked human beings after all, but he always remained desperately worried about the terrible number of things they didn’t know about.
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Douglas Adams (The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, #1))
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Living meaningfully means being bigger than just yourself. It means making the world a better place because you were here. It is possible to do this through your job, especially if your work involves helping others but even if it does not.
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Amy Alkon, Good manners - for nice people who sometimes say f*ck
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So many ruins bear witness to good intentions which went astray, good intentions unenlightened by any glimmer of wisdom. To bring religion to the people is a fine and necessary undertaking, but this is not a situation in which the proposed end can be said to justify the means. The further people have drifted from the truth, the greater is the temptation to water down the truth, glossing over its less palatable aspects and, in short, allowing a policy of compromise to become one of adulteration. In this way it is hoped that the common man – if he can be found – will be encouraged to find a small corner in his busy life for religion without having to change his ways or to grapple with disturbing thoughts. It is a forlorn hope. Standing, as it were, at the pavement’s edge with his tray of goods, the priest reduces the price until he is offering his wares for nothing: divine judgement is a myth, hell a wicked superstition, prayer less important than decent behaviour, and God himself dispensable in the last resort; and still the passers-by go their way, sorry over having to ignore such a nice man but with more important matters demanding their attention. And yet these matters with which they are most urgently concerned are, for so many of them, quicksands in which they feel themselves trapped. Had they been offered a real alternative, a rock firm-planted from the beginning of time, they might have been prepared to pay a high price.
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Charles Le Gai Eaton (King of the Castle: Choice and Responsibility in the Modern World (Islamic Texts Society))
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The idea of attention or contemplation, of looking carefully at something and holding it before the mind, may be conveyed early on in childhood. 'Look, listen, isn't that nice?' Also, 'Don't touch!' This is moral training as well as preparation for a pleasurable life. It need not depend on words, but can also be learnt from patterns of behaviour which should in any case back up the words. The far reaching idea of respect is included in such teaching. The, as it might seem, sophisticated concept of a work of art may be acquired easily. Children, if they are lucky, are invited to attend to pictures or objects, or listen quietly to music or stories or verses, and readily understand in what spirit they are to treat these apparently dissimilar things. They may also be encouraged to contemplate works of nature, which are unlike works of art, yet also like them in being 'beautiful.
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Iris Murdoch (Metaphysics as a Guide to Morals)
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It is equally natural for us to see the man who helps us without seeing Christ behind him. But we must not remain babies. We must go on to recognize the real Giver. It is madness not to. Because, if we do not, we shall be relying on human beings. And that is going to let us down. The best of them will make mistakes; all of them will die. We must be thankful to all the people who have helped us,we must honor them and love them. But never, never pin your whole faith on any human being; not if he is the best and wisest in the whole world. There are lots of nice things you can do with sand; but do not try building a house on it.
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C.S. Lewis (MERE CHRISTIANITY (Including The Case for Christianity, Christian Behaviour and Beyond Personality): A Classic of Christian Apologetics and One of the Most Influential Books amongst Evangelicals)
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We noticed the parallels in our marriages -the forceful and decided women in charge, our quiet husbands, gentler than we were, gentler than most people we knew. We needed them, and they really needed us. It was nice to find a woman who felt burdened as I did by her own extroverted behaviour and vivid personality, by her own compulsion to manage.
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Susanna Sonnenberg (She Matters: A Life in Friendships)
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One of the things Ford Prefect had always found hardest to understand about humans was their habit of continually stating and repeating the very very obvious, as in It's a nice day, or You're very tall, or Oh dear you seem to have fallen down a thirty-foot well, are you alright? At first Ford had formed a theory to account for this strange behaviour. If human beings don't keep exercising their lips, he thought, their mouths probably seize up. After a few months' consideration and observation he abandoned this theory in favour of a new one. If they don't keep on exercising their lips, he thought, their brains start working. After a while he abandoned this one as well as being obstructively cynical.
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Douglas Adams
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In the ultimatum game, it is very common to see fifty-fifty splits. Pretty intuitive. It is also common to see that when the first subject offers too little, say one or two dollars, her partner rejects the offer. Again, intuitive. And it makes sense: after all, our sense of justice is designed to prevent people from walking all over us, and when they do, we must strike back (see Chapter 14). The experiment is working beautifully: our sense of justice is nicely spilling over to this silly little game. But
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Moshe Hoffman (Hidden Games: The Surprising Power of Game Theory to Explain Irrational Human Behaviour)
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Now nice people really were. When would she leave off making mistakes about them? She hadn’t suspected this side of Mrs. Fisher, and she began to wonder whether those other sides of her with which alone she was acquainted had not perhaps after all been the effect of her own militant and irritating behaviour. Probably they were. How horrid, then, she must have been. She felt very penitent when she saw Mrs. Fisher beneath her eyes blossoming out into real amiability the moment some one came along who was charming to her, and she could have sunk into the ground with shame when Mrs. Fisher presently laughed, and she realized by the shock it gave her that the sound was entirely new. Not once before had she or any one else there heard Mrs. Fisher laugh. What an indictment of the lot of them! For they had all laughed, the others, some more and some less, at one time or another since their arrival, and only Mrs. Fisher had not. Clearly, since she could enjoy herself as she was now enjoying herself, she had not enjoyed herself before. Nobody had cared whether she did or not, except perhaps Lotty. Yes; Lotty had cared, and had wanted her to be happy; but Lotty seemed to produce a bad effect on Mrs. Fisher, while as for Rose herself she had never been with her for five minutes without wanting, really wanting, to provoke and oppose her. How
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Elizabeth von Arnim (The Elizabeth von Arnim Collection)
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A controlling relationship can start with over-the-top romantic gestures and gifts, and great protestations of you ‘being the only one’ and their love being a special kind of ‘you and me against the world’, often disconcertingly early in a relationship. There may be a charm campaign aimed at you and even friends and family, your other potential allies and ‘protectors’. Suddenly or gradually there are rules, or flashes of mystifying rage or sulking designed to modify your behaviour to what they want you to do. Then the ‘nice’ person reappears, and all is well, he’s romantic and doting again, before the next flashpoints of anger or rage or sullen tension. This is not a ‘return to the good times’. It’s the classic cycle of abuse, recognised
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Kaz Cooke (Escaping Control & Abuse: How to Get Out of a Bad Relationship & Recover from Assault)
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... she continued to hurl abuse at me, it came in one long stream, passers-by sent us looks, but she didn’t care, her fury, which I had always feared, had her in its grip. I felt like asking her to stop, asking her to be nice, I had apologised, and it wasn’t as though I had done anything, there was no connection between our texts and the fact that I had been drinking with a guest from Norway, nor between the fact that I had got drunk and the pregnancy test she was holding in her hand, but she didn’t see it like that, for her this was all the same, she was a romantic, she had a dream about the two of us, about love and our child, and my behaviour smashed that dream, or reminded her that it was a dream. I was a bad person, an irresponsible person, how could I even imagine becoming a father? How could I subject her to this? I walked beside her, burning with shame because people were looking at us, burning with guilt because I had been drinking and burning with terror because, in her unbridled rage, she went straight for me and the person I was. This was humiliating, but for as long as she was in the right, for as long as what she said was true – that this was the day we might find out if we were going to have a child and I had met her off the train drunk – I couldn’t ask her to stop or tell her to go to hell. She was right, or she was within her rights, I would have to bow my head and put up with this.
It struck me that Eirik might be close by and bowed my head even lower, this was almost the worst thought, that someone I knew would see me like this.
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Karl Ove Knausgård (Min kamp 2 (Min kamp, #2))
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He wanted somebody to give him a chance of asserting himself. He wanted it so urgently that he fidgeted in his chair, looked at this person, then at that person, tried to break into their talk, opened his mouth and shut it again. They were talking about the fishing industry. Why did no one ask him his opinion? What did they know about the fishing industry?
Lily Briscoe knew all that. Sitting opposite him, could she not see, as in an X-ray photograph, the ribs and thigh bones of the young man's desire to impress himself, lying dark in the mist of his flesh--that thin mist which convention had laid over his burning desire to break into the conversation? But, she thought, screwing up her Chinese eyes, and remembering how he sneered at women, "can't paint, can't write," why should I help him to relieve himself?
There is a code of behaviour, she knew, whose seventh article (it may be) says that on occasions of this sort it behoves the woman, whatever her own occupation might be, to go to the help of the young man opposite so that he may expose and relieve the thigh bones, the ribs, of his vanity, of his urgent desire to assert himself; as indeed it is their duty, she reflected, in her old maidenly fairness, to help us, suppose the Tube97 were to burst into flames. Then, she thought, I should certainly expect Mr. Tansley to get me out. But how would it be, she thought, if neither of us did either of these things? So she sat there 96 Cheated or frustrated himself. 97 The London subway. 64 smiling.
"You're not planning to go to the Lighthouse, are you, Lily," said Mrs. Ramsay. "Remember poor Mr. Langley; he had been round the world dozens of times, but he told me he never suffered as he did when my husband took him there. Are you a good sailor, Mr. Tansley?" she asked.
Mr. Tansley raised a hammer: swung it high in air; but realising, as it descended, that he could not smite that butterfly with such an instrument as this, said only that he had never been sick in his life. But in that one sentence lay compact, like gunpowder, that his grandfather was a fisherman; his father a chemist; that he had worked his way up entirely himself; that he was proud of it; that he was Charles Tansley--a fact that nobody there seemed to realise; but one of these days every single person would know it. He scowled ahead of him. He could almost pity these mild cultivated people, who would be blown sky high, like bales of wool and barrels of apples, one of these days by the gunpowder that was in him.
"Will you take me, Mr. Tansley?" said Lily, quickly, kindly, for, of course, if Mrs. Ramsay said to her, as in effect she did, "I am drowning, my dear, in seas of fire. Unless you apply some balm to the anguish of this hour and say something nice to that young man there, life will run upon the rocks--indeed I hear the grating and the growling at this minute. My nerves are taut as fiddle strings. Another touch and they will snap"--when Mrs. Ramsay said all this, as the glance in her eyes said it, of course for the hundred and fiftieth time Lily Briscoe had to renounce the experiment--what happens if one is not nice to that young man there--and be nice.
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Virgina Woolf (To the Lighthouse)
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In short, it was entirely natural that the newts stopped being a sensation, even though there were now as many as a hundred million of them; the public interest they had excited had been the interest of a novelty. They still appeared now and then in films (Sally and Andy, the Two Good Salamanders) and on the cabaret stage where singers endowed with an especially bad voice came on in the role of newts with rasping voices and atrocious grammar, but as soon as the newts had become a familiar and large-scale phenomenon the problems they presented, so to speak, were of a different character. (13) Although the great newt sensation quickly evaporated it was replaced with something that was somewhat more solid - the Newt Question. Not for the first time in the history of mankind, the most vigorous activist in the Newt Question was of course a woman. This was Mme. Louise Zimmermann, the manager of a guest house for girls in Lausanne, who, with exceptional and boundless energy, propagated this noble maxim around the world: Give the newts a proper education! She would tirelessly draw attention both to the newts' natural abilities and to the danger that might arise for human civilisation if the salamanders weren't carefully taught to reason and to understand morals, but it was long before she met with anything but incomprehension from the public. (14) "Just as the Roman culture disappeared under the onslaught of the barbarians our own educated civilisation will disappear if it is allowed to become no more than an island in a sea of beings that are spiritually enslaved, our noble ideals cannot be allowed to become dependent on them," she prophesied at six thousand three hundred and fifty seven lectures that she delivered at women's institutes all over Europe, America, Japan, China, Turkey and elsewhere. "If our culture is to survive there must be education for all. We cannot have any peace to enjoy the gifts of our civilisation nor the fruits of our culture while all around us there are millions and millions of wretched and inferior beings artificially held down in the state of animals. Just as the slogan of the nineteenth century was 'Freedom for Women', so the slogan of our own age must be 'GIVE THE NEWTS A PROPER EDUCATION!'" And on she went. Thanks to her eloquence and her incredible persistence, Mme. Louise Zimmermann mobilised women all round the world and gathered sufficient funds to enable her to found the First Newt Lyceum at Beaulieu (near Nice), where the tadpoles of salamanders working in Marseilles and Toulon were instructed in French language and literature, rhetoric, public behaviour, mathematics and cultural history. (15) The Girls' School for Newts in Menton was slightly less successful, as the staple courses in music, diet and cookery and fine handwork (which Mme. Zimmermann insisted on for primarily pedagogical reasons) met with a remarkable lack of enthusiasm, if not with a stubborn hostility among its young students. In contrast with this, though, the first public examinations for young newts was such an instant and startling success that they were quickly followed by the establishment of the Marine Polytechnic for Newts at Cannes and the Newts' University at Marseilles with the support of the society for the care and protection of animals; it was at this university that the first newt was awarded a doctorate of law.
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Karel Čapek (War with the Newts)
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Any one of us can live on through the good things we do - even much smaller things than saving a life. Every time you extend yourself for another person, you change our world for the better by putting them in the mood to pay it forward. You're also engaging in a form of flash-mentoring - very briefly acting as their guide for what our world can be, as opposed to what we've been allowing it to be: a society of glowering strangers putting their heads as they pass one another, stopping only to shout into their cellphones.
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Amy Alkon, Good manners - for nice people who sometimes say f*ck
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The waves of liberation movements from the 1960s have disenchanted us vis à vis ‘old-fashioned’ restrictive values but have also forced upon us new codes of thought and behaviour, summarised in the clumsy phrase ‘political correctness’ and the morality of uncritical respect for difference and diversity. (I lazily say ‘us’ and, of course, this is not true for everyone.) We have learned from psychoanalysis that whatever is repressed will emerge projectively later or elsewhere, often in even more virulent forms. Hence, in recent years we have seen waves of paedophile scandals, celebrated cannibal cases, serial murders, school shootings and mass murders committed by terrorists. The naivety of the nice peaceful Left runs parallel to the converse unbridled greed of bankers, internet criminals, drug dealers and pornographers. These trends might scotch any illusions of linear and easy progress but they do not. If Dostoevsky’s over-quoted ‘If God does not exist, everything is permitted’ is true, nihilism steps into the vacuum, and subsequently moralistic alarm steps in to call for a return to traditional values. But Pandora’s box will not close, every demon is now loose.
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Colin Feltham (Depressive Realism: Interdisciplinary perspectives (ISSN))
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The door opened behind us and several of the cheerleaders shrieked as Darius strode in wearing his Pitball uniform, making a beeline for Tory.
She was only in her skirt and sports bra, looking to him with her brows arching.
“Flans on a Friday!” Geraldine exclaimed mid-lunge. “This is the ladies room and Jacinta has her Petunia out!” She pointed at Jacinta who was struggling to get her panties up her legs, getting entangled as she stared at Darius’s back in alarm.
Darius rolled his eyes, ignoring the chaos around him as he fixed Tory in his sights while I fought a grin at the two of them. I couldn’t believe what Caleb had done for them and I was so happy that there was a way they could be together sometimes. Even if that did involve a threesome with two Heirs, at least she was enjoying herself. Get it, Tor.
“Cheerleaders sometimes support a certain player on the field,” Darius said as he pushed his hand into his pocket and took out a navy ribbon with the word Fireshield on it. “Will you cheer for me today, Roxy?”
He held it out for her and I swear she actually blushed. “I’m cheering for Darcy and Geraldine too.”
“We don’t mind,” I said immediately. “Do we Geraldine?”
“By all the rocks in Saturn’s rings, of course we don’t!”
Tory shrugged in answer, a smile playing around her mouth and he leaned forward and wrapped the ribbon around her throat and tied it in place.
“They’re normally worn on the wrist,” Geraldine whispered to me overly loudly. “This is most romantic.”
“Good luck,” Tory said and he nodded before heading out of the room.
I bit my lip, looking to her for a comment while Geraldine rested a foot up on the bench, pressing her elbow to her knee and perching her chin on her knuckles as she gazed wistfully at my sister.
“What?” Tory asked innocently.
“You know what,” I teased and she fought a grin, glancing over her shoulder as if checking to make sure he was really gone. Then she cast a silencing bubble around thethree of us and her expression became anxious.
“It’s not that I don’t like the sweet side of Darius, but…” she started.
“But what?” Geraldine gasped.
“What is it?” I pressed gently when she didn’t elaborate.
She sighed, looking a bit guilty. “I just miss our back and forth. This isn’t him. It’s just a nice version of him. I want the real Darius, not some watered down version. And I need to be sure the real Darius isn’t going to hurt me again. Like what happens when one day I piss him off and make him lose his temper again?”
Geraldine’s jaw almost hit the floor, but before she could try and convince Tory otherwise, I spoke. Because I knew my sister, and I was starting to get a fairly good read on Darius too. And she had a point. He was on his best behaviour right now, but that couldn’t go on forever. If they were going to find some way to make this work, she needed to know what long-term Darius looked like. And besides that, she lived for being kept on her toes.
(Darcy)
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Caroline Peckham (Cursed Fates (Zodiac Academy, #5))
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Lilly Samson, The Switch, Outtakes & Quotes, shameless manipulation of.
A one minute reading test
I am dog
--Dog, Marina Lewycka, Two Caravans, 2007
Allergies disclaimer:
One must stress that this book is not intended for the unwashed masses:
I delayed showering after the last switch. I’ve created a Pavlovian response: he must associate its floral sweetness with sexual fulfilment.
Adam has a “Pavlovian” reaction to Elena’s BO? Bribes her with cake to lessen the wrath when asking Elena to wash?
He frowns, seeing that I’m silent and trembling.
‘My perfume was weak; hers much stronger.’ I say, my temper flaring.
Now, ladies and gentlemen, the usual wasteman chatting up yours truly in Sarf London would probably assume that a big phat slice of Marks & Spencer’s Strawberry Pavlova will get him into the lady’s knickers.
Nope, she’s allergic to stupid.
A merengue dessert will hardly cause a rash, but a moron makes her skin crawl.
A female of the human species displayed an unconditioned response: shoved cream cake into the courting male’s face. Requested a substantial meal of Shchavel Borscht with hard boiled egg
--Anton Pavlovich Chekhov, Russian Cookbook for Love, Romance, and mating behaviours: Humans, 1904
Ding-dong!
--Ivan Petrovich Pavlov, Neutral Triggers & Conditioned Responses: Canines1907
It is I! I make the best Byzantine shchi to entice a female.
--Nikolai Vasilyevich Gogol, Dead Souls, Notebook (1841-1844), The Nose and other short stories
Right! She turned her nose up at his advances. Idiot! I hate strawberries! The lady did not have a sweet tooth. Man didn’t do his research.
This is a cleverly written book.
So some of you, keen aspiring readers, please have your Oxford fictionary handy.
Just saying!
In the words of our hero:
Bloody pricey...But God, it is a nice smell. Don’t you like it?
And then he “squirts onto her wrist, playfully.”
Shhhh.. Doctors Pavlov & Chekhov are not amused.
Shall we shuffle the deck with these random quotes? One minute!
Plenty of time is a full minute for a skilled bullshit dealer to shuffle themselves out of a gloomy Russian medical clerical predicament.
Not tricky when Lily Samson gives treats:
All around us are dog walkers, their expensive breeds racing about, barking and sniffing each other’s genitals.
..thinking it all through those awful dog ornaments she hated... feisty feminist...she simply hates them.
Men are so stupid!
She took another whiff and yet another. She sniffed him up and down like a dog before realizing what it was: the aroma of a woman’s cunt
--Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being
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Morgen Mofó
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Lilly Samson, The Switch, Outtakes & Quotes, shameless manipulation of.
A one minute reading test
I am dog
--Dog, Marina Lewycka, Two Caravans, 2007
Allergies disclaimer:
One must stress that this book is not intended for the unwashed masses:
I delayed showering after the last switch. I’ve created a Pavlovian response: he must associate its floral sweetness with sexual fulfilment.
Adam has a “Pavlovian” reaction to Elena’s BO? Bribes her with cake to lessen the wrath when asking Elena to wash?
He frowns, seeing that I’m silent and trembling.
‘My perfume was weak; hers much stronger.’ I say, my temper flaring.
Now, ladies and gentlemen, the usual wasteman chatting up yours truly in Sarf London would probably assume that a big phat slice of Marks & Spencer’s Strawberry Pavlova will get him into the lady’s knickers.
Nope, she’s allergic to stupid.
A merengue dessert will hardly cause a rash, but a moron makes her skin crawl.
A female of the human species displayed an unconditioned response: shoved cream cake into the courting male’s face. Requested a substantial meal of Shchavel Borscht with hard boiled egg
--Anton Pavlovich Chekhov, Russian Cookbook for Love, Romance, and mating behaviours: Humans, 1904
Ding-dong!
--Ivan Petrovich Pavlov, Neutral Triggers & Conditioned Responses: Canines, 1907
It is I! I make the best Byzantine shchi to entice a female.
--Nikolai Vasilyevich Gogol, Dead Souls, Notebook (1841-1844), The Nose and other short stories
Right! She turned her nose up at his advances. Idiot! I hate strawberries! The lady did not have a sweet tooth. Man didn’t do his research.
This is a cleverly written book.
So some of you, keen aspiring readers, please have your Oxford fictionary handy.
Just saying!
In the words of our hero:
Bloody pricey...But God, it is a nice smell. Don’t you like it?
And then he “squirts onto her wrist, playfully.”
Shhhh.. Doctors Pavlov & Chekhov are not amused.
Shall we shuffle the deck with these random quotes? One minute!
Plenty of time is a full minute for a skilled bullshit dealer to shuffle themselves out of a gloomy Russian medical clerical predicament.
Not tricky when Lily Samson gives treats:
All around us are dog walkers, their expensive breeds racing about, barking and sniffing each other’s genitals.
..thinking it all through those awful dog ornaments she hated... feisty feminist...she simply hates them.
Men are so stupid!
And then..
She took another whiff and yet another. She sniffed him up and down like a dog before realizing what it was: the aroma of a woman’s cunt.
--Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being
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Morgen Mofó
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Lilly Samson, The Switch, Outtakes & Quotes, shameless manipulation of.
A one minute reading test
I am dog
--Dog, Marina Lewycka, Two Caravans, 2007
Allergies disclaimer:
One must stress that this book is not intended for the unwashed masses:
I delayed showering after the last switch. I’ve created a Pavlovian response: he must associate its floral sweetness with sexual fulfilment.
Adam has a “Pavlovian” reaction to Elena’s BO? Bribes her with cake to lessen the wrath when asking Elena to wash?
He frowns, seeing that I’m silent and trembling.
‘My perfume was weak; hers much stronger.’ I say, my temper flaring.
Now, ladies and gentlemen, the usual wasteman chatting up yours truly in Sarf London would probably assume that a big phat slice of Marks & Spencer’s Strawberry Pavlova will get him into the lady’s knickers.
Nope, she’s allergic to stupid.
A merengue dessert will hardly cause a rash, but a moron makes her skin crawl.
A female of the human species displayed an unconditioned response: shoved cream cake into the courting male’s face. Requested a substantial meal of Shchavel Borscht with hard boiled egg
--Anton Pavlovich Chekhov, Russian Cookbook for Love, Romance, and mating behaviours: Humans, 1904
Ding-dong!
--Ivan Petrovich Pavlov, Neutral Triggers & Conditioned Responses: Canines, 1907
It is I! I make the best Byzantine shchi to entice a female.
--Nikolai Vasilyevich Gogol, Dead Souls, Notebook (1841-1844), The Nose and other short stories
Right! She turned her nose up at his advances. Idiot! I hate strawberries! The lady did not have a sweet tooth. Man didn’t do his research.
This is a cleverly written book.
So some of you, keen aspiring readers, please have your Oxford fictionary handy.
Just saying!
In the words of our hero:
Bloody pricey...But God, it is a nice smell. Don’t you like it?
And then he “squirts onto her wrist, playfully.”
Shhhh.. Doctors Pavlov & Chekhov are not amused.
Shall we shuffle the deck with these random quotes? One minute!
Plenty of time is a full minute for a skilled bullshit dealer to shuffle themselves out of a gloomy Russian medical clerical predicament.
Not tricky when Lily Samson gives treats:
All around us are dog walkers, their expensive breeds racing about, barking and sniffing each other’s genitals.
..thinking it all through those awful dog ornaments she hated... feisty feminist...she simply hates them.
Men are so stupid!
And then..
She took another whiff and yet another. She sniffed him up and down like a dog before realizing what it was: the aroma of a woman’s cunt.
--Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being
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Morgen Mofó
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Lilly Samson, The Switch, Outtakes & Quotes, shameless manipulation of.
A one minute reading test
I am dog
--Dog, Marina Lewycka, Two Caravans, 2007
Allergies disclaimer:
One must stress that this book is not intended for the unwashed masses:
I delayed showering after the last switch. I’ve created a Pavlovian response: he must associate its floral sweetness with sexual fulfilment.
Adam has a “Pavlovian” reaction to Elena’s BO? Bribes her with cake to lessen the wrath when asking Elena to wash?
He frowns, seeing that I’m silent and trembling.
‘My perfume was weak; hers much stronger.’ I say, my temper flaring.
Now, ladies and gentlemen, the usual wasteman chatting up yours truly in Sarf London would probably assume that a big phat slice of Marks & Spencer’s Strawberry Pavlova will get him into the lady’s knickers.
Nope, she’s allergic to stupid.
A merengue dessert will hardly cause a rash, but a moron makes her skin crawl.
A female of the human species displayed an unconditioned response: shoved cream cake into the courting male’s face. Requested a substantial meal of Shchavel Borscht with hard boiled egg
--Anton Pavlovich Chekhov, Russian Cookbook for Love, Romance, and mating behaviours: Humans, 1904
Ding-dong!
--Ivan Petrovich Pavlov, Neutral Triggers & Conditioned Responses: Canines, 1907
It is I! I make the best Byzantine shchi to entice a female.
--Nikolai Vasilyevich Gogol, Dead Souls, Notebook (1841-1844), The Nose and other short stories
Right! She turned her nose up at his advances.
Idiot! I hate strawberries!
--Seraphima Vasilievna Karchevskaya Pavlova, Mrs, My Husband and I – Memoirs
The lady did not have a sweet tooth. Man didn’t do his research.
This is a cleverly written book.
So some of you, keen aspiring readers, please have your Oxford fictionary handy.
Just saying!
In the words of our hero:
Bloody pricey...But God, it is a nice smell. Don’t you like it?
And then he “squirts onto her wrist, playfully.”
Shhhh.. Doctors Pavlov & Chekhov are not amused.
Shall we shuffle the deck with these random quotes? One minute!
Plenty of time is a full minute for a skilled bullshit dealer to shuffle themselves out of a gloomy Russian medical clerical predicament.
Not tricky when Lily Samson gives treats:
All around us are dog walkers, their expensive breeds racing about, barking and sniffing each other’s genitals.
..thinking it all through those awful dog ornaments she hated... feisty feminist...she simply hates them.
Men are so stupid!
And then..
She took another whiff and yet another. She sniffed him up and down like a dog before realizing what it was: the aroma of a woman’s cunt.
--Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being
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Morgen Mofó
“
Lilly Samson, The Switch, Outtakes & Quotes, shameless manipulation of.
A one minute reading test
I am dog
--Dog, Marina Lewycka, Two Caravans, 2007
Allergies disclaimer:
One must stress that this book is not intended for the unwashed masses:
I delayed showering after the last switch. I’ve created a Pavlovian response: he must associate its floral sweetness with sexual fulfilment.
Adam has a “Pavlovian” reaction to Elena’s BO? Bribes her with cake to lessen the wrath when asking Elena to wash?
He frowns, seeing that I’m silent and trembling.
‘My perfume was weak; hers much stronger.’ I say, my temper flaring.
Now, ladies and gentlemen, the usual wasteman chatting up yours truly in Sarf London would probably assume that a big phat slice of Marks & Spencer’s Strawberry Pavlova will get him into the lady’s knickers.
Nope, she’s allergic to stupid.
A merengue dessert will hardly cause a rash, but a moron makes her skin crawl.
A female of the human species displayed an unconditioned response: shoved cream cake into the courting male’s face. Requested a substantial meal of Shchavel Borscht with hard boiled egg
--Anton Pavlovich Chekhov, Russian Cookbook for Love, Romance, and mating behaviours: Humans, 1904
--Ivan Petrovich Pavlov, Neutral Triggers & Conditioned Responses: Canines,1907
It is I! I make the best Byzantine shchi to entice a female.
--Nikolai Gogol, Dead Souls, Notebook (1841-1844), The Nose and other short stories
Right! She turned her nose up at his advances. Idiot! I hate strawberries! The lady did not have a sweet tooth. Man didn’t do his research.
This is a cleverly written book.
So some of you, keen aspiring readers, please have your Oxford fictionary handy.
Just saying!
In the words of our hero:
Bloody pricey...But God, it is a nice smell. Don’t you like it?
And then he “squirts onto her wrist, playfully.”
Shhhh.. Doctors Pavlov & Chekhov are not amused.
Shall we shuffle the deck with these random quotes? One minute!
Plenty of time is a full minute for a skilled bullshit dealer to shuffle themselves out of a gloomy Russian medical clerical predicament.
Not tricky when Lily Samson gives treats:
All around us are dog walkers, their expensive breeds racing about, barking and sniffing each other’s genitals.
..thinking it all through those awful dog ornaments she hated... feisty feminist...she simply hates them.
Men are so stupid!
”
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Morgen Mofó
“
Lily Samson, The Switch, Outtakes & Quotes, shameless manipulation of.
A one minute reading test
I am dog
--Dog, Marina Lewycka, Two Caravans, 2007
Allergies disclaimer:
One must stress that this book is not intended for the unwashed masses:
I delayed showering after the last switch. I’ve created a Pavlovian response: he must associate its floral sweetness with sexual fulfilment.
Adam has a “Pavlovian” reaction to Elena’s BO? Bribes her with cake to lessen the wrath when asking Elena to wash?
He frowns, seeing that I’m silent and trembling.
‘My perfume was weak; hers much stronger.’ I say, my temper flaring.
Now, ladies and gentlemen, the usual wasteman chatting up yours truly in Sarf London would probably assume that a big phat slice of Marks & Spencer’s Strawberry Pavlova will get him into the lady’s knickers.
Nope, she’s allergic to stupid.
A merengue dessert will hardly cause a rash, but a moron makes her skin crawl.
A female of the human species displayed an unconditioned response: shoved cream cake into the courting male’s face. Requested a substantial meal of Shchavel Borscht with hard boiled egg
--Anton Pavlovich Chekhov, Russian Cookbook for Love, Romance, and mating behaviours: Humans, 1904
Ding-dong!
--Ivan Petrovich Pavlov, Neutral Triggers & Conditioned Responses: Canines, 1907
It is I! I make the best Byzantine shchi to entice a female.
--Nikolai Vasilyevich Gogol, Dead Souls, Notebook (1841-1844), The Nose and other short stories
Right! She turned her nose up at his advances:
Idiot! I hate strawberries!
--Seraphima Vasilievna Karchevskaya Pavlova, Mrs, My Husband and I – Memoirs
The lady did not have a sweet tooth. Man didn’t do his research.
This is a cleverly written book.
So some of you, keen aspiring readers, please have your Oxford fictionary handy.
Just saying!
In the words of our hero:
Bloody pricey...But God, it is a nice smell. Don’t you like it?
And then he “squirts onto her wrist, playfully.”
Shhhh.. Doctors Pavlov & Chekhov are not amused.
Shall we shuffle the deck with these random quotes? One minute!
Plenty of time is a full minute for a skilled bullshit dealer to shuffle themselves out of a gloomy Russian medical clerical predicament.
Not tricky when Lily Samson gives treats:
All around us are dog walkers, their expensive breeds racing about, barking and sniffing each other’s genitals.
..thinking it all through those awful dog ornaments she hated... feisty feminist...she simply hates them.
Men are so stupid!
And then..
She took another whiff and yet another. She sniffed him up and down like a dog before realizing what it was: the aroma of a woman’s cunt.
--Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Gratuitous use of one particular French vulgarism nested in the English language since the Norman conquest of 1066 is well demonstrated by this Milan Kundera translation. One has to wonder if the original 1984 edition contained the word “pizda”?
It is one of the few remaining words in the English language with a genuine power to shock.
--Scholar Germaine Greer
But of course a cunt, in French, as much as el coño in Spanish does not carry near enough as much uncouth weight as in English.
The English language doesn’t exist. It’s just badly pronounced French.
--Bernard Cerquiglini
Quelle conne! Un con reste un con!
--William Shakespeare, Last Words, Holy Trinity Church, Gropecunt Lane, Stratford upon Avon, April 23rd 1616
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Morgen Mofó
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How could wild animals ‘know’ who their kin are, or in other words, what behavioural rules could they follow which would have the indirect effect of making them seem to know about kinship? The rule ‘be nice to your relations’ begs the question of how relations are to be recognized in practice.
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Richard Dawkins (The Selfish Gene)
“
Thought you were going to be in touch. Where were you?"
"Where? There aren't places anymore, duck," he responded. "No locations now, just individuals. You didn't hear? Everyone's their own nation, with their own blog. Because everybody has something important to say; everybody's putting out press releases on what they ate for breakfast. It's the era of self-importance. Everyone's their own world. Doesn't matter where people are. Or where I was."
"Nicely dodged.
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Tom Rachman (The Rise & Fall of Great Powers)
“
The character of someone shouldn't be measured based on what they eat, drink or the way they dress. Character that commands following is more than demonstrating some 'nice', 'cute', 'appealing' behaviors. It is deeper than that!
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Assegid Habtewold (The 9 Cardinal Building Blocks: For continued success in leadership)
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Always,’ said Evie and Max together. Points for harmony. In truth, in the six years she’d known him, Max had barely mentioned his mother other than to say she’d never been the maternal type and that she set exceptionally high standards for everything; be it a manicure or the behaviour of her husbands or her sons. ‘No engagement ring?’ queried Caroline with the lift of an elegant eyebrow. ‘Ah, no,’ said Evie. ‘Not yet. There was so much choice I, ah...couldn’t decide.’ ‘Indeed,’ said Caroline, before turning to Max. ‘I can, of course, make an appointment for you with my jeweller this afternoon. I’m sure he’ll have something more than suitable. That way Evie will have a ring on her finger when she attends the cocktail party I’m hosting for the pair of you tonight.’ ‘You didn’t have to fuss,’ said Max as he set their overnight cases just inside the door beside a wide staircase. ‘Introducing my soon-to-be daughter-in-law to family and friends is not fuss,’ said Max’s mother reprovingly. ‘It’s expected, and so is a ring. Your brother’s here, by the way.’ ‘You summoned him home as well?’ ‘He came of his own accord,’ she said dryly. ‘No one makes your brother do anything.’ ‘He’s my role model,’ whispered Max as they followed the doyenne of the house down the hall. ‘I need a cocktail dress,’ Evie whispered back. ‘Get it when I go ring hunting. What kind of stone do you want?’ ‘Diamond.’ ‘Colour?’ ‘White.’ ‘An excellent choice,’ said Caroline from up ahead and Max grinned ruefully. ‘Ears like a bat,’ he said in his normal deep baritone. ‘Whisper like a foghorn,’ his mother cut back, and surprised Evie by following up with a deliciously warm chuckle. The house was a beauty. Twenty-foot ceilings and a modern renovation that complemented the building’s Victorian bones. The wood glowed with beeswax shine and the air carried the scent of old-English roses. ‘Did you do the renovation?’ asked Evie and her dutiful fiancé nodded. ‘My first project after graduating.’ ‘Nice work,’ she said as Caroline ushered them into a large sitting room that fed seamlessly through to a wide, paved garden patio.
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Mira Lyn Kelly (Waking Up Married (Waking Up, #1))
“
How nice,” said Lymond, “to have simple emotions. No trouble with principles; no independence of thought; no resistance to suggestion; no nonsense about adult behaviour when it comes to one’s own amour propre.
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Dorothy Dunnett (The Game of Kings (The Lymond Chronicles, #1))
“
Lilly Samson, The Switch, Outtakes & Quotes, shameless manipulation of.
A one minute reading test
I am dog
--Dog, Marina Lewycka, Two Caravans, 2007
Allergies disclaimer:
One must stress that this book is not intended for the unwashed masses:
I delayed showering after the last switch. I’ve created a Pavlovian response: he must associate its floral sweetness with sexual fulfilment.
Adam has a “Pavlovian” reaction to Elena’s BO? Bribes her with cake to lessen the wrath when asking Elena to wash?
He frowns, seeing that I’m silent and trembling.
‘My perfume was weak; hers much stronger.’ I say, my temper flaring.
Now, ladies and gentlemen, the usual wasteman chatting up yours truly in Sarf London would probably assume that a big phat slice of Marks & Spencer’s Strawberry Pavlova will get him into the lady’s knickers.
Nope, she’s allergic to stupid.
A merengue dessert will hardly cause a rash, but a moron makes her skin crawl.
A female of the human species displayed an unconditioned response: shoved cream cake into the courting male’s face. Requested a substantial meal of Shchavel Borscht with hard boiled egg
--Anton Pavlovich Chekhov, Russian Cookbook for Love, Romance, and mating behaviours: Humans, 1904
--Ivan Petrovich Pavlov, Neutral Triggers & Conditioned Responses: Canines,1907
It is I! I make the best Byzantine shchi to entice a female.
--Nikolai Gogol, Dead Souls, Notebook (1841-1844), The Nose and other short stories
Right! She turned her nose up at his advances. Idiot! I hate strawberries! The lady did not have a sweet tooth. Man didn’t do his research.
This is a cleverly written book.
So some of you, keen aspiring readers, please have your Oxford fictionary handy.
Just saying!
In the words of our hero:
Bloody pricey...But God, it is a nice smell. Don’t you like it?
And then he “squirts onto her wrist, playfully.”
* * *
Shhhh.. Doctors Pavlov & Chekhov are not amused.
Shall we shuffle the deck with these random quotes? One minute!
Plenty of time is a full minute for a skilled bullshit dealer to shuffle themselves out of a gloomy Russian medical clerical predicament.
Not tricky when Lily Samson gives treats:
All around us are dog walkers, their expensive breeds racing about, barking and sniffing each other’s genitals.
..thinking it all through those awful dog ornaments she hated... feisty feminist...she simply hates them.
Men are so stupid!
WORDCUNT: 397
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Morgen Mofó
“
Lilly Samson, The Switch, Outtakes & Quotes, shameless manipulation of.
A one minute reading test
I am dog
--Dog, Marina Lewycka, Two Caravans, 2007
Allergies disclaimer:
One must stress that this book is not intended for the unwashed masses:
I delayed showering after the last switch. I’ve created a Pavlovian response: he must associate its floral sweetness with sexual fulfilment.
Adam has a “Pavlovian” reaction to Elena’s BO? Bribes her with cake to lessen the wrath when asking Elena to wash?
He frowns, seeing that I’m silent and trembling.
‘My perfume was weak; hers much stronger.’ I say, my temper flaring.
Now, ladies and gentlemen, the usual wasteman chatting up yours truly in Sarf London would probably assume that a big phat slice of Marks & Spencer’s Strawberry Pavlova will get him into the lady’s knickers.
Nope, she’s allergic to stupid.
A merengue dessert will hardly cause a rash, but a moron makes her skin crawl.
A female of the human species displayed an unconditioned response: shoved cream cake into the courting male’s face. Requested a substantial meal of Shchavel Borscht with hard boiled egg
--Anton Pavlovich Chekhov, Russian Cookbook for Love, Romance, and mating behaviours: Humans, 1904
--Ivan Petrovich Pavlov, Neutral Triggers & Conditioned Responses: Canines,1907
It is I! I make the best Byzantine shchi to entice a female.
--Nikolai Gogol, Dead Souls, Notebook (1841-1844), The Nose and other short stories
Right! She turned her nose up at his advances. Idiot! I hate strawberries! The lady did not have a sweet tooth. Man didn’t do his research.
This is a cleverly written book.
So some of you, keen aspiring readers, please have your Oxford fictionary handy.
Just saying!
In the words of our hero:
Bloody pricey...But God, it is a nice smell. Don’t you like it?
And then he “squirts onto her wrist, playfully.”
* * *
Shhhh.. Doctors Pavlov & Chekhov are not amused.
Shall we shuffle the deck with these random quotes? One minute!
Plenty of time is a full minute for a skilled bullshit dealer to shuffle themselves out of a gloomy Russian medical clerical predicament.
Not tricky when Lily Samson gives treats:
All around us are dog walkers, their expensive breeds racing about, barking and sniffing each other’s genitals.
..thinking it all through those awful dog ornaments she hated... feisty feminist...she simply hates them.
Men are so stupid!
WORDCUNT: 397
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Morgen Mofó
“
head. It's like a colour movie. First, I "see" the ball where I want it to finish, nice and white and sitting up high on the bright green grass. Then the scene quickly changes, and I "see" the ball going there: its path, trajectory, and shape, even its behaviour on landing. Then there's a sort of fade-out, and the next scene shows me making the kind of swing that will turn the previous images into reality - only at the end of this short private Hollywood spectacular do I select a club and step up to the ball.
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Brian McGowan (Develop Your Inner Coach: Putting: Master the Key Mental Skills the Pro's use and see your Game and Confidence Soar . . . (Inner Coach Series))
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Have you ever found yourself in a situation where you had to manage your anger and reactions because someone else couldn't control their toxic behaviour? It can be frustrating and unfair to have to constantly monitor our emotions and responses just to accommodate someone else's negative actions.
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Elizabeth Shaw (Hilarious (and Horrifying) Narcissistic Memes And Their Meanings. : The toxic monster you saw in the end is who they are. Never doubt yourself again when they play nice.)
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Heaven, the angels and saints, and God Himself, are so infinitely above our experience, that God Himself must prepare us for this infinite light. The modernist and charismatic movements of today, as well as the numerous Protestant sects, have the sad merit of trying to destroy the true understanding of God’s infinite MAJESTY. If the children already tremble before an Angel appearing to them from quite far away, what must it be like to be before God Himself, the Creator of an almost inf i nite number of angels?
We are accustomed to talk to Jesus almost as we would talk to a colleague, and to approach our Lady like a nice, beautiful mother. We complain to them as if they are just a lit t le bit more than we are.
If St. John falls on his knees before an angel because of his majesty; if the apparition of Saints made people fall on the ground, not having the courage to look into their eyes, how much this behaviour of deepest reverence differs from ours.
Therefore, we have to learn again to behave properly before the supernatural realities. Otherwise, we will never really meet them.
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Karl Stehlin
“
There are a number of significant implications of this particular bit of research. The first is that what people tell us about their attitude to the environment and what consumer choices they will actually make may, on occasion, be a valuable resource for researchers, but on other occasions people may tell us one thing while their unconscious gestural movement may tell quite a different (and more accurate) story. Therefore, it may be wrong, in research on green issues, to focus exclusively on what people say. Explicitly people may want to save the planet, explicitly people may want to appear green, explicitly (and almost certainly) people may want to appear considerate and nice, but implicitly they may care a good deal less. And given that it is these implicit attitudes that direct and control much of our spontaneous and non-reflective behaviour in supermarkets and elsewhere, these are the attitudes that we have to pursue and understand and change.
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Geoffrey Beattie (Why Aren't We Saving the Planet?: A Psychologist's Perspective)
“
It is so ‘nice’. What is wrong with this behaviour is that it forces women to erase themselves, and erased women are at the mercy of others. What is dangerous is that such behaviour is considered ‘natural’ and an ‘inherent quality’ only for women. What is even more dangerous is that no woman or man identifies unstoppable pleasing behaviour as leading to partial death, to creating a woman fuelled by fear, a woman who lives on the fumes of approval.
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Deepa Narayan (Chup: Breaking the Silence About India’s Women)
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Perhaps no one except a victim of sexual assault, or someone who is familiar with how people behave after trauma, could believe that it was entirely possible that someone who was assaulted could write this letter to their attacker, to try to normalize a terrible situation, or to make the attacker feel better for being rejected after the abuse. It can seem perplexing from the outside, this pull that many women experience to make things better for those who have hurt us. The impulse to smooth things over to keep ourselves safe, as well as the constant messages many of us have received in our lives to “make things nice” no matter what harm has been done, can be so deeply rooted that it often results in behaviour that can later appear nonsensical to an outside eye. (The betrayal of oneself that results from this “making things nice” with an attacker can also make one bleed on a subterranean level.)
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Sarah Polley (Run Towards the Danger: Confrontations with a Body of Memory)
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The whole set of stylizations that are known as 'camp' (a word that I was hearing then for the first time) was, in 1926, self-explanatory. Women moved and gesticulated in this way. Homosexuals wished for obvious reasons to copy them. The strange thing about 'camp' is that it has become fossilized. The mannerisms have never changed. If I were now to see a woman sitting with her knees clamped together, one hand on her hip and the other lightly touching her back hair, I should think, 'Either she scored her last social triumph in 1926 or it is a man in drag.'
Perhaps 'camp' is set in the 'twenties because after that differences between the sexes—especially visible differences—began to fade. This, of course, has never mattered to women in the least. They know they are women. To homosexuals, who must, with every breath they draw, with every step they take, demonstrate that they are feminine, it is frustrating. They look back in sorrow to that more formal era and try to re-live it.
The whole structure of society was at that time much more rigid than it has ever been since, and in two main ways. The first of these was sexual.
The short skirts, bobbed hair and flat chests that were in fashion were in fact symbols of immaturity. No one ever drew attention to this, presumably out of politeness. The word 'boyish' was used to describe the girls of that era. This epithet they accepted graciously. They knew that they looked nothing like boys. They also realized that it was meant to be a compliment. Manliness was all the rage.
The men of the 'twenties searched themselves for vestiges of effeminacy as though for lice. They did not worry about their characters but about their hair and their clothes. Their predicament was that they must never be caught worrying about either. I once heard a slightly dandified friend of my brother say, 'People are always accusing me of taking care over my appearance.'
The sexual meaning of behaviour was only sketchily understood, but the symbolism of clothes was recognized by everyone. To wear suede shoes was to be under suspicion. Anyone who had hair rather than bristle at the back of his neck was thought to be an artist, a foreigner or worse. A friend of mine who was young in the same decade as I says that, when he was introduced to an elderly gentleman as an artist, the gentleman said, 'Oh, I know this young man is an artist. The other day I saw him in the street in a brown jacket.'
The other way in which society in the 'twenties was rigid was in its class distinctions. Doubtless to a sociologist there were many different strata merging here and there but, among the people that I was now getting to know, there were only two classes. They never mingled except in bed. There was 'them', who acted refined and spoke nice and whose people had pots of money, and there was 'us', who were the salt of the earth.
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Quentin Crisp (The Naked Civil Servant)
“
Choose not to project your insecurities unto others . If you do. You will start seeing people who are nice and kind to you as creeps , weirdos or predators . You will bait people good intentions for clicks on Social Media. Any act of kindness you will considered it a treat to you. Stop choosing to victimise yourself and looking for predators /trouble to prove your point.
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D.J. Kyos
“
When You Say Nice Things About Me, It May Please Me But When You Listen With An Intent To Understand (And Not Respond) We Both Rise Beyond Mind-We Enter A Space Of Real Empathy And Love”.
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Vraja Bihari Das (Venugopal Acharya)
“
CHAPTER 1 THE WITNESS I made a mistake. I know that now. The only reason I did what I did was what I heard on that train. And I ask you, in all truthfulness – how would you have felt? Until that moment, I had never considered myself prudish. Or naive. OK, OK, so I had a pretty conventional – some might say sheltered – upbringing but . . . Heavens. Look at me now. I’ve lived a bit. Learned a lot. Pretty average, I would argue, on the Richter scale of moral behaviour, which is why what I heard so shook me. I thought they were nice girls, you see. Of course, I really shouldn’t listen in on other people’s conversations. But it’s impossible not to on public transport, don’t you find? So many barking into their mobile phones while everyone else ramps up the volume to compete. To be heard. On reflection, I would probably not have become so sucked in had my book been better, but to my eternal regret I bought the book for the same reason I bought the magazine with wind turbines on the cover. I read somewhere that by your forties you are supposed to care more about what you think of others than what they think of you – so why is it I am still waiting for this to kick in? If you want to buy Hello! magazine, just buy it, Ella. What does it matter what the bored student on the cash desk thinks? But no. I pick the obscure environmental magazine and the worthy biography, so that by the time the two young men get on with their black plastic bin bags at Exeter, I am bored to my very bones. A question for you now. What would you think if you saw two men board a train, each holding a black bin bag – contents unknown? For myself, the mother of a teenage son whose bedroom is subject to a health and safety order, I merely think, Typical. Couldn’t even find a holdall, lads?
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Teresa Driscoll (I Am Watching You)
“
And, her conscience pointed out, leave an unconscious woman alone in the street—at night in a dangerous city. A woman whom Irene herself had drugged. Various words came to mind for this sort of behaviour. They were not nice words.
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Genevieve Cogman (The Masked City (The Invisible Library, #2))
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it may be right for the business to close down a nice-to-have in-house function in favour of outsourcing, but the A loves the people in it, they bring a smile to his face and he’ll hate himself for turfing them out on the street, all for some minor incremental cost saving – so the friend tells him not to do it. Friendly Cs raise a red flag when they see their chum veering off-piste behaviour-wise, and hold a mirror up to any sign of madness.
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Richard Hytner (Consiglieri - Leading from the Shadows: Why Coming Top Is Sometimes Second Best)
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abuse. A controlling relationship can start with over-the-top romantic gestures and gifts, and great protestations of you ‘being the only one’ and their love being a special kind of ‘you and me against the world’, often disconcertingly early in a relationship. There may be a charm campaign aimed at you and even friends and family, your other potential allies and ‘protectors’. Suddenly or gradually there are rules, or flashes of mystifying rage or sulking designed to modify your behaviour to what they want you to do. Then the ‘nice’ person reappears, and all is well, he’s romantic and doting again, before the next flashpoints of anger or rage or sullen tension. This is not a ‘return to the good times’. It’s the classic cycle of abuse, recognised
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Kaz Cooke (Escaping Control & Abuse: How to Get Out of a Bad Relationship & Recover from Assault)
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A controlling relationship can start with over-the-top romantic gestures and gifts, and great protestations of you ‘being the only one’ and their love being a special kind of ‘you and me against the world’, often disconcertingly early in a relationship. There may be a charm campaign aimed at you and even friends and family, your other potential allies and ‘protectors’. Suddenly or gradually there are rules, or flashes of mystifying rage or sulking designed to modify your behaviour to what they want you to do. Then the ‘nice’ person reappears, and all is well, he’s romantic and doting again, before the next flashpoints of anger or rage or sullen tension. This is not a ‘return to the good times’. It’s the classic cycle of abuse,
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Kaz Cooke (Escaping Control & Abuse: How to Get Out of a Bad Relationship & Recover from Assault)