Orm Quotes

...Orm always afterwards used to say that, after good luck, strength, and skill at arms, nothing was so useful to a man who found himself among foreigners as the ability to learn a language.

Cad é an mhaith dom eagla a bheith orm? Ní shaorfadh eagla duine ón mbás, dar ndóigh.

Sai cos'è bello, qui? Guarda: noi camminiamo, lasciamo tutte quelle orme sulla sabbia, e loro restano lì, precise, ordinate. Ma domani, ti alzerai, guarderai questa grande spiaggia e non ci sarà più nulla, un'orma, un segno qualsiasi, niente. Il mare cancella, di notte. La marea nasconde. È come se non fosse mai passato nessuno. È come se noi non fossimo mai esistiti. Se c'è un luogo, al mondo, in cui puoi non pensare a nulla, quel luogo è qui. Non è più terra, non è ancora mare. Non è vita falsa, non è vita vera. È tempo. Tempo che passa. E basta...

Wenn es tatsächlich das Orm war, das diese Bücher so besonders machte, dann war ich süchtig nach diesem Stoff, süchtig nach jeder von ihm gesättigten Zeile. Essen? Nebensache. Waschen? Zeitverschwendung. Nur Lesen, Lesen, Lesen war wichtig.

It was grey windless weather, and the bell of the little old church that nestled in the hollow of the Sussex down sounded near and domestic. We were a straggling procession in the mild damp air - which, as always at that season, gave one the feeling that after the trees were bare there was more of it, a larger sky... ("Sir Edmund Orme")

Though I couldn't make out what she was talking of I was terribly frightened; the absence of a clue gave such a range to one's imagination. ("Sir Edmund Orme")

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The Brighton air used of old to make plain girls pretty and pretty girls prettier still - I don't know whether it works the spell now. ("Sir Edmund Orme")

His daughter, as part of himself, came within the normal range of his solicitude; but she was an outlying region, a subject province; and Mr. Orme's was a highly centralized polity.

Vad fruktar jag? Jag är en del utav oändligheten. Jag är en del av alltets stora kraft, en ensam värld inom miljoner världar, en första gradens stjärna lik som slocknar sist. Triumf att leva, triumf att andas, triumf att finnas till! Triumf att känna tiden iskall rinna genom sina ådror och höra nattens tysta flod och stå på berget under solen. Jag går på sol, jag står på sol, jag vet av ingenting annat än sol. Tid - förvandlerska, tid - förstörerska, tid - förtrollerska kommer du med nya ränker, tusen lister för att bjuda mig en tillvaro som ett litet frö, som en ringlad orm, som en klippa i havet? Tid - du mörderska - vik ifrån mig! Solen fyller upp mitt bröst med ljuvlig honung upp till randen och hon säger: en gång slockna alla stjärnor, men de lysa alltid utan skräck.

«Così tutta la mia vita, e quella di coloro nelle cui vene scorrerà il mio sangue, verrà consacrata alla scoperta e alla vigilanza del Potere naturale di cui il mondo è colmo. Non ci sarà uomo o donna che impedirà ai miei discendenti di seguire le mie orme, poiché verranno aiutati dal cielo e dalla terra e da tutto quello che li forma.»

Mi volto e le mie orme sono già sparite. Ma io so di esserci stato. So di aver vinto la battaglia più grande, quella contro me stesso. Di essermi riscattato per tutte le cose perdute, o lasciate andare via. Questo è tutto ciò che importa. Un soffio di vento sulle dune. Un niente. Una vita vissuta fino in fondo, ma senza lasciare traccia.

You live and die in the batting of my eyes. You cast a wavering shadow over the snow for a day. I cast my shadow over empires across eons." - Orm Hinn Langi the Dragon

Orm remarked that he knew enough about men not to argue with poets concerning their respective merits;

Lo sai perchè su di te soffia il ghibli? Perchè tu sei il deserto. Il vento fa scomparire le orme appena stampate sul tuo corpo. Non credere che queste mie parole siano dettate da rancore, gelosia o altro. Nascono solo dal bene che ti ho voluto. Ti auguro non che tu possa trovare la felicità, ma che nel tuo deserto possa accadere il miracolo di un'oasi. Addio, Laura

For they were alone, and he was one of the seven persons in the world who knew the Archmage's name. The others were the Master Namer of Roke; and Ogion the Silent, the wizard of Re Albi, who long ago on the mountain of Gont had given Ged that name; and the White Lady of Gont, Tenar of the Ring; and a village wizard in Iffish called Vetch; and in Iffish again, a house-carpenter's wife, mother of three girls, ignorant of all sorcery but wise in other things, who was called Yarrow; and finally, on the other side of Earthsea, in the farthest west, two dragons: Orm Embar and Kalessin.

I recall this passage as the hour of its first fully coming over me that she was a beautiful liberal creature. I had seen her personality in glimpses and gleams, like a song sung in snatches, but now it was before me in a large rosy glow, as if it had been a full volume of sound. I heard the whole of the air, and it was sweet fresh music, which I was often to hum over. ("Sir Edmund Orme")

If we trust our own strength (said Mr. Orme), it may sustain us up to a certain point and then give way and let us down just at the moment when we need it most, but if the Lord is our strength, and our hearts trust in Him, He gives us His help in time of trouble.

Sul campo di battaglia della memoria giacevano le spoglie di tutto quanto si era piegato a forze invisibili, dei pensieri di ciò che era svanito lasciando soltanto le emozioni dietro di sè. L'avrei attraversato giorno dopo giorno, imprimendo le orme dei miei passi come si offrono fiori.

Soli fjella, glein og glatt, fjell står att og stengjer … Alt er tagna. Ned kjem natt på breie, svarte vengjer, då vaknar dulde strengjer. Og Sátan kjem med all sin her, og Himmelørn og Herrens vêr, og angest-orm, og eld og storm, og lògen stri’r som villast, og det er natt som stillast.

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I was too much taken up with another interest to care; I felt beneath my feet the threshold of the strange door, in my life, which had suddenly been thrown open and out of which came an air of a keenness I had never breathed and of a taste stronger than wine. I had heard all my days of apparitions, but it was a different thing to have seen one and to know that I should in all likelihood see it familiarly, as I might say, again. I was on the lookout for it as a pilot for the flash of a revolving light and ready to generalise on the sinister subject, to answer for it to all and sundry that ghosts were much less alarming and much more amusing than was commonly supposed. There's no doubt that I was much uplifted. I couldn't get over the distinction conferred on me, the exception - in the way of mystic enlargement of vision - made in my favour. ("Sir Edmund Orme")

Les ormes des routes et des peupliers des prairies dessinent de larges superposés, et entre leurs lignes sombres la brume s'accumulent - la brume et la fumée des feux d'herbes, et cette haleine immense de la terre qui a bu. Car nous nous réveillons en plein automne et les grappes, où un peu de pluie demeure et brille, ne retrouveront plus ce dont les a frustrées l'août pluvieux. Mais pour nous, peut-être n'est-il jamais trop tard. J'ai besoin de me répéter qu'il n'est jamais trop tard.

As for the world beyond my family—well, what they would see for most of my teenage years was not a budding leader but rather a lackadaisical student, a passionate basketball player of limited talent, and an incessant, dedicated partyer. No student government for me; no Eagle Scouts or interning at the local congressman’s office. Through high school, my friends and I didn’t discuss much beyond sports, girls, music, and plans for getting loaded. Three of these guys—Bobby Titcomb, Greg Orme, and Mike Ramos—remain some of my closest friends. To this day, we can laugh for hours over stories of our misspent youth. In later years, they would throw themselves into my campaigns with a loyalty for which I will always be grateful, becoming as skilled at defending my record as anyone on MSNBC. But there were also times during my presidency—after they had watched me speak to a big crowd, say, or receive a series of crisp salutes from young Marines during a base tour—when their faces would betray a certain bafflement, as if they were trying to reconcile the graying man in a suit and tie with the ill-defined man-child they’d once known. That guy? they must have said to themselves. How the hell did that happen? And if my friends had ever asked me directly, I’m not sure I’d have had a good answer.

Niflheim: the world of primordial darkness, cold, mist, and ice Norns: the three sisters who control the fate of men and women Ormstunga: means serpent’s tongue, from orm (serpent) and stunga (tongue) Prow: the front end of a ship or boat Ragnarök: the final battle between the gods and giants which will bring an end to the gods of Asgard. Sax-knife: a large single-edged knife Skald: a poet, a storyteller Skjaldborg: a shield wall Sleipnir: Odin’s eight-legged horse Snekkja: a viking longship used for battle Stern: the back end of a ship or boat Suðrikaupstefna: Southern Market, from the words suðr (south) and kaupstefna (market) Surtr: a fire giant who leads his kin into battle against the gods of Asgard during Ragnarök Svartalfheim: the world inhabited by the dwarves Tafl: a strategy board game Thrall: a slave Valhalla: Odin’s hall where those who died in battle reside Valknut: a symbol made of three interlocked triangles, also known as Odin’s Knot. It is thought to represent the transition from life to death, Odin, and the power to bind and unbind

His indirect way of approaching a character or an action, striving to realize it by surrounding rather than invading it, is ideally suited to the indefinite and suggestive presentation of a ghost story. (introduction to "Sir Edmund Orme" by Henry James)

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Early morning mist ghosted along the Orm, trailing above the water, rising and twisting. Wide and sleek and almost silent, the river curled through the valley, curved almost to the doors of the stone-terraced cottages sunk tight in the moorland. As soon as he was beyond sight of the mill gates, Manny ran, his step lighter, his boots crunching against the highway. The village was quiet now, and he could hear the faint cries of sheep on the hillside. He felt suddenly exultant at having acted decisively, felt the thrill of running away. Then he reasoned with himself that he wasn’t so much running away as running to something else—something better—running away to take charge of his future. He was improving his station in life, looking for work of his choosing.

He secured a lock on Toke’s neck with one arm and pinned Toke’s right wrist with his other hand, to stop his drawing his sword; but Toke took a good grip on Orm’s clothing, lifted him from his feet with a sudden

Just in front of Orm there sat two men named Halle and ögmund. They spoke often of the

make to this charge?” Orm replied: “The air was alive with spears, and there was naught else to be done.

So, why should Christian children be subject ed t o Homer? Or, why Homer rat her t han t he Gilgamesh Epic or t he Kalevala? T he sole reason seems t o be t hat Homer is part of "West ern Civilization." But we are entitled t o ask: Who cares? Why keep t his baggage? Let college st udent s st udying t he ancient world read Homer as a curiosit y, but don't use him in t he att empt t o f orm f undament al mind of t he Christian f ut ure. T he great dramas of t he lat er Greeks reflect a f urt her move int o t he mind

Táim buíoch freisin as ucht na gcairde a rinne mé ar an mbealach – cúpla mí tar éis dom éirí as mar pheileadóir idirchontae fuair mo dheirfiúir Aisling bás, agus d’fhreastail lucht CLG ina sluaite ar an tsochraid. Bhí sí féin sáite sa bpeil; théadh sí chuig gach cluiche a d’imir mé, i gcéin agus i gcóngar, agus fiú agus í an-tinn i rith samhradh na bliana 2005, bhí sí i bPáirc an Chrócaigh don chluiche ceathrú ceannais in aghaidh Chorcaí, an cluiche deiridh agamsa a bheith bainteach le Gaillimh. Tá a fhios agam gur chaoin sí ar an lá sin, agus má tá aon aiféala orm inniu is é nach bhfuil sise anseo anois agus an tsaoirse agam níos mó ama a chaitheamh le mo chlann agus mo mhuintir. Tá brón orm freisin nach mbeidh sí anseo chun aithne a chur ar a nia, nó a neacht, ach tá sí liom i mo chroí istigh.

Cloisim tú ag glaoch orm san oíche ag rá liom teacht go dtí do oileán draíochta. Fuaimníonn do ghuth mar thoirneach thar an mbóchna. Is mórthaibhseach do ghlór agus is naofa— 'Tair chugam, tair chugam, einne atá traochta.

It is not only great occasions which call for strength beyond our own; ordinary people who go about their daily duties feel the need of God's strength to help them, and God's shield to protect them from harm. The chief cause of unhappiness in modern times is fear, said Mr. Orme; fear of illness, fear of the future, fear of death; but the heart that trusts in the Lord fears nothing.

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Invece di seguire le orme di suo padre e di suo nonno sta costruendo il proprio legame personale con l'Algeria, un legame basato non sulla necessità né sulle radici ma sull'amicizia e sulle contingenze.

When the news reached Delhi, Aurangzeb, though his face lit up with joy, was yet stirred to a speech of unusual chivalry. “He was a great captain and the only one who has had the magnanimity to raise a new Kingdom. My armies have been employed against him for nineteen years, and, nevertheless, his state has been always increasing.” (Orme).

Bisogna salvare le ferite. Non lasciarle sole, sperdute nell’idea fissa della medicazione e della guarigione. Bisogna interrogare le ferite e aspettare le risposte. La risposta alla ferita siamo noi. I nostri gesti, le nostre possibilità accolte o respinte, i tremori e gli assalti rispondono tutti alle ferite. Perdere una ferita significa perdere una segnaletica importante per un viaggio dentro le orme dell’esistenza, un viaggio che ci accomuna e ci distingue, ci fa cantati, cantati dalla vita cruda.

Le silence n'est jamais seul, il règne en maître et décide du moment où il délivre la musique étrange du vent dans les arbres, parfois douce, parfois violente comme le bruit d'une averse naissante ; de temps en temps, il laisse passer le sifflement lugubre d'une buse invisible ou le cri éraillé d'un canard coléreux.

We've been through this, Orm. Orks have no... reproductive anatomy, and consequently no understanding of sex or gender.' 'Some of us understand sexangender', interrupted Biter, keen as ever to demonstrate their unusual expertise in humans. 'I find it all... quite funny.

De la vitamine D et du calcium pour maintenir un milieu intestinal sain pour les probiotiques. De la L-glutamine, de la vitamine A, de la vitamine B5, du folate, du sélénium et du zinc pour protéger votre paroi cellulaire intestinale et réduire le syndrome de l’intestin perméable. De l’HCl (compléments d’acide gastrique), des enzymes digestives et des plantes pour le foie pour améliorer la digestion et l’absorption des aliments et pour empêcher les bactéries nocives d’atteindre les intestins. Du curcuma (épice), des noix, des graines et de l’huile de poisson pour réduire l’inflammation. De la réglisse (à éviter en cas d’hypertension) et de l’orme rouge pour apaiser les tissus enflammés de l’intestin. Évitez les aliments inflammatoires tels que le café, le sucre, les céréales raffinées (pain blanc, pâtisseries, etc.), le bœuf, l’alcool et certains légumes tels que l’aubergine, les tomates et les courgettes (solenacées). De l’huile d’origan ou de l’extrait de pépins de pamplemousse (tous deux en très petites quantités), de l’ail, du basilic, de l’huile d’olive et de l’huile de noix de coco pour aider à éliminer toute levure ou bactérie nuisible.

Frasi iniziali Bleach Vol. #1-46 "Noi temiano ciò che non possiamo vedere" (Volume 1 - The Death And The Strawberry - Ichigo) "Le persone hanno speranza perché la morte è invisibile ai loro occhi" (Volume 2 - Goodbye Parakeet, Goodinte My Sista - Rukia) "Se io fossi pioggia che riesce ad unire cielo e terra divisi in eterno potrei riuscire ad unire due anime allo stesso modo? (Volume 3 - Memories In The Rain - Orihime) Siamo attratti l'uno verso l'altro come gocce d'acqua, come i pianeti ci respingiamo l'uno contro l'altro come i magneti, come il colore della pelle. (Volume 4 - Quincy Archer Hates You - Ishida) "Se non impugno una spada non posso difenderti, se impugno una spada non posso abbracciarti." (Volume 5 - Rightarm Of The Giant - Chad) "Già, per noi non esiste il destino. Soltanto chi, inghiottito dall'ignoranza e dalla paura, mette il piede in fallo scivola nelle torbide acque chiamate destino (Volume 6 - The Death Trilogy Overture - Urahara) "Non dobbiamo piangere che è la resa del corpo nei confronti del cuore, nient'altro che la prova che non siamo in grado di gestire ciò che chiamiamo cuore." (Volume 7 - The Broken Coda - Byakuya) "Se arrugginisce, non potrà più trafiggere se perdi la presa, ti taglierà Già, l'orgoglio è simile a una spada" (Volume 8 - The Blade and Me - Zangetsu) "Già, noi tutti sogniamo ad occhi aperti di volare in cielo." (Volume 9 - Fourteen Days for Conspiracy - Kukaku Shiba) "Noi allunghiamo le braccia spazziamo via le nuvole penetriamo il cielo e afferriamo la Luna e Marte ma non riusciamo ancora a raggiungere la verità" (Volume 10 - Tattoo on the Sky - Ganju Shiba) "Darò fuoco a queste zanne che non possono raggiungere così da non vedere quella stella così da non dover tagliare questa gola." (Volume 11 - A Star and a Stray Dog - Renji) "Pensiamo che un fiore cresciuto sul ciglio di un precipizio sia bello, perché i nostri piedi si fermano sul quel ciglio. Non riusciamo ad avanzare su quel cielo come quel fiore impavido." (Volume 12 - Flower on the Precipice - Aizen) "Ogni volta che rinunciamo al nostro orgoglio, ci avviciniamo di un passo alla bestia. Ogni volta che soffochiamo il nostro cuore, ci allontaniamo di un passo alla bestia." (Volume 13 - The Undead - Zaraki Kenpachi) "Scricchiola, scricchiola, torre del Purgatorio, che squarci il mondo come la luce. Trema, trema, torre della spina dorsale, a precipitare saremo noi o il cielo? " (Volume 14 - White Tower Rocks - Hanataro Yamada) "Io non farò altro che esercitarmi a dirti addio." (Volume 15 - The Beginning of the Death of Tomorrow - Kira) "La criniera del sole si riversa a terra cancellando le orme sul ghiaccio sottile Non temere di venire ingannato il mondo sorge già sull'inganno" (Volume 16 - Night of Wijnruit - Hitsugaya) "Rosso come il sangue bianco come le ossa rosso come la solitudine bianco come il silenzio rosso come i nervi di una belva bianco come il cuore di un dio rosso come l'odio che sgorga sciogliendoti bianco come il dolore che ti agghiaccia rosso come l'ombra che divora la notte come un sospiro che trapassa la luna splende di bianco, si spegne di rosso." (Volume 17 - Rosa Rubicundior, Lilio Candidior - Yoruichi) "La tua ombra furtiva come un ago avvelenato senza destinazione cuce il mio cammino. La tua luce flessuosa come un fulmine che colpisce una torre piezometrica tronca la fonte della mia vita." (Volume 18 - The Deathberry Returns - Soi Fong) "Sì, niente e nessuno può cambiare il mio mondo." (Volume 19 - The Black Moon Rising - Ichigo) "Chi paragona l'amore alla bellezza non conosce il volto dell'amore. Chi paragona l'amore alla bruttezza vanta di aver conosciuto l'amore." (Volume 20 - End of Hypnosis - Gin) "Tutto a questo mondo esiste per metterti con le spalle al muro." (Volume 21 - Be My Family or Not - Shinji)

Le orme che lasciamo sono dei ricordi; potranno essere cancellati da un evento più grande e dimenticati per sempre. Ma ad alcune persone, quelle più importanti, rimangono impressi nel cuore.

Alcune persone sono capaci di lasciare un segno nel nostro cuore per sempre; non sono come le orme lasciate sulla sabbia, spazzate via dalla marea, ma come impronte sul cemento, destinate a non poter essere cancellate. Alcune persone lasciano delle impronte nei nostri cuori, utili a trovare la strada quando la stiamo perdendo, e nemmeno il vento più forte potrà mai cancellarle. Alcune persone rappresentano solo una parentesi nella nostra vita che vorremmo non chiudere mai, ma alle volte dobbiamo farlo. Dobbiamo tenere chiuse le tracce importanti all'interno di quelle parentesi che non dimenticheremo mai perché sono indelebili. Indelebili (TRACCE)

Det är illa gjort mot en sjuk man att likna honom vid en smålänning

Quelques corbeaux passèrent au ras du plafond des nuages, se posèrent en grappes noires sur l'orme dressé au milieu de la plaine.

[…] Bisognerebbe avvertire tutti di tali eventi. Comunicare loro che l’immortalità è mortale, che può morire, che è successo, che continua a succedere, che essa non si palesa mai in quanto tale, che è la duplicità assoluta. Che non esiste nel particolare, ma soltanto in linea di principio. Che certe persone possono celarne la presenza, a condizione che lo ignorino, e che certe altre possono svelarne la presenza nelle prime, alla stessa condizione, ignorando di poterlo fare. Che la vita è immortale mentre è vissuta, mentre è in vita. Che l’immortalità non è una questione di tempo, non è una questione di immortalità, è qualcosa di ignoto. Che è falso dire che non ha principio né fine, come è falso dire che comincia e finisce con la vita dello spirito, poiché partecipa dello spirito e del trascorrere sulle orme del vento. Guardate le sabbie morte dei deserti, i corpi morti dei bambini: l’immortalità non passa di lì, si ferma e li evita.

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Come sopra di lei c’è la purezza del cielo illuminato dalla luna, e sotto di lei la sozzura del marciapiede, così la sua mente non sarà forse divisa fra due visuali di riflessione e d’esperienza? Come le sue orme, incrociandosi ripetutamente una sull’altra hanno tracciato un labirinto nel fango, così il suo percorso nella vita non sarà forse avviluppato in un intrico fitto e inestricabile?

Come sopra di lei c’è la purezza del cielo illuminato dalla luna, e sotto di lei la sozzura del marciapiede, così la sua mente non sarà forse divisa fra due visuali di riflessione e d’esperienza? Come le sue orme, incrociandosi ripetutamente una sull’altra hanno tracciato un labirinto nel fango, così il suo percorso nella vita non sarà forse avviluppato in un intrico fitto e inestricabile?

This morning Mr. Orme had taken Strength as his theme: “The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusted in Him, and I am helped.” If we trust our own strength (said Mr. Orme), it may sustain us up to a certain point and then give way and let us down just at the moment when we need it most, but if the Lord is our strength, and our hearts trust in Him, He gives us His help in time of trouble. All the great men of history had the Lord as their strength: Drake, Nelson, Gordon—and a host of others. In modern times we need look no further than Churchill who was sustained through terrible strains and stresses by the Lord’s hand. But it is not only great occasions which call for strength beyond our own; ordinary people who go about their daily duties feel the need of God’s strength to help them, and God’s shield to protect them from harm. The chief cause of unhappiness in modern times is fear, said Mr. Orme; fear of illness, fear of the future, fear of death; but the heart that trusts in the Lord fears nothing.

God likes boys better than girls, doesn’t He?” asked Anne suddenly. “No,” replied Mr. Orme. The question startled him — in fact it horrified him — but he answered it quite quietly. “No,” he repeated. “Certainly not.” “I thought He did,” said Anne. “Boys are more important, aren’t they?” “No, we are all of equal importance in the sight of God. He loves us all.

Le véritable propagateur du fléau est un petit être vivant : le scolyte. Un coléoptère noir pétrole à l'allure de scarabée. pour atteindre sa maturité, le jeune scolyte a besoin de consommer du bois. Alors il creuse de petites galeries sous l'écorce. Ce faisant, il condamne l'arbre dans lequel il a élu domicile en lui transmettant un champignon qu'il porte sous sa carapace couleur de mort. Pour vivre, il doit tuer sa maison. Le coléoptère a-t-il le choix ? S'il ne détruit pas, il ne vit pas. Et s'il vit trop longtemps, il n'y aura certainement plus aucun orme. Il ne s'agit pas d'une décision, il est programmé pour détruire son monde et disparaître avec. La pierre jaune

Enquanto o Estado se contenta com os recursos que lhe fornecem os pobres, enquanto conta com subsídios bastantes que, com regularidade mecânica, lhe asseguram aqueles que trabalham com as próprias mãos, ele vive feliz, tranquilo, respeitado; os economistas e os financistas se aprazem em atestar-lhe a probidade; mas, do instante em que esse infeliz Estado, movido pela necessidade, faz menção de exigir dinheiro de quem o tem, e de tirar dos ricos alguma exígua contribuição, fazem-no sentir que ele comete um atentado odioso, que viola todos os direitos, que falta ao respeito com as coisas consagradas, que destrói o comércio e a indústria, que esmaga os pobres ao tocar nos opulentos. Não mais se dissimula seu descrédito. E ele fica entregue ao desprezo dos bons cidadãos. Entrementes, a ruína avança, lenta e infalivelmente. O Estado ameaçou as rendas. Está perdido. Os nossos ministros zombam de nós, falando do perigo clerical ou socialista. Não há senão um perigo, o perigo financeiro. A República começa a percebê-lo.

Os povos civilizados são como os cães de caça. Um instinto corrupto os incita a destruir sem proveito nem razão.

— Durante minha longa carreira de magistrado, jamais tive conhecimento de um erro judiciário. — Eis aí uma declaração tranquilizadora - disse o senhor de Terremondre. — E que a mim me gela de pavor - murmurou monsieur Bergeret.

A volte penso che abbiamo fatto un grande giro per tornare a calpestare le vecchie orme. Siamo ancora sotto l'ombra dell'albero di Matthew Arnold, a contemplare i pinnacoli di Oxford, con attorno la quieta campagna inglese. Campi e campanili. Com'è conciliante e ordinata questa natura. Popolata da creature innocue e laboriose, regolare e placida come l'Oxfordshire. - indicò i pascoli. - Siegfried l'ha capito, sai. E' per questo che apprezza le mie poesie e le pubblica sul giornale. E' l'orrore che si scorge in trasparenza. Non c'è bisogno d'essere modernisti per vedere i crateri delle bombe in mezzo ai prati. - Ma non possiamo scrivere della guerra per sempre. - ribatté Robert. - Io vorrei che Nancy illustrasse i miei versi. Voglio scrivere per Jenny. C'è qualcosa davanti a noi, il resto della vita, la famiglia, i figli. Si trattenne. Chiese scusa. Ed parve non farci caso. - Siamo come talpe. - mormorò. - Abbiamo scavato il nostro buco su questa collina e sbirciamo fuori, chiedendoci cosa ci sia laggiù. Laggiù c'è ancora la guerra. Ci sono i mostri. Facciamo finta di non saperlo, ma ci stringono d'assedio.

He looked at his face in the glass. In this half-light, against white tiles, it looked scarcely less ghostly than Orme’s. A memory tweaked the edges of his mind. Another glass, on the top landing at home, a dark, oval mirror framing the face of a small, pale child. Himself. Five years old, perhaps. Now why did he remember that? Birds had been singing, then, too. Sparrows, twittering in the ivy. A day of shouts and banged doors and tears in rooms he was not allowed to enter. The day his father left home. Or the day he died? No, the day he left. Sassoon smiled, amused at the link he’d discovered, and then stopped smiling. He’d joked once or twice to Rivers about his being his father confessor, but only now, faced with this second abandonment, did he realize how completely Rivers had come to take his father’s place.

Slowly, Orm lifted the Queen’s mist-staff. The now very dead Queen. “I never thought to own two mist-staffs, but one that controls an army of undead?

How in the name of Odin’s arse I had been able to see through the eyes of Orm and Kaldar?

Orm the Beautiful sang in his sleep, to his brothers and sisters, as the sea sings to itself. He would never die. But neither could he live much longer.

When he was done, he lay down among his treasures, his beloveds, under the mountain, and his thoughts were dragonish.

He settled among their entwined song, added his notes to the chords, offered harmony.

With the man and their machines came memory.

Dragons are not specifically disallowed in the airspace over Washington, D.C., but it must be said that Orm the Beautiful’s presenece there was heartily discouraged. Nevertheless, he persevered, holding his flame and the lash of his wings, and succeeded in landing in the National Mall without destroying any of the attacking aircraft.

Orm the Beautiful’s tail-tip twitched with frustrated instinct, and he was obliged to stand on three legs and elaborately clean off-side fore talons for several moments before he regained enough self-possession to settle his wings and ignore the scurrying morsels.

It was unlikely he would set a conducive tone with the museum’s staff by eating a few as a prelude to a conversation.

The mother-cave was full of the corpses of dragons, a chain of song and memory stretching aeons. The Chord was rich in voices.