Pei Quotes

Why is it that everyone else can look like they’re part of a zombie hunting party, but I still have to worry about fashion?” He won’t stop snickering. “You look like a leopard-spotted Shar-Pei.” I think those are the little pug-like dogs drowning in massive folds of skin. “You’re scarring me, you know. It could haunt me for the rest of my life to be called a wrinkly little dog at the tender age of seventeen.” “Yup. A sensitive girl. That just defines you, Penryn.

Architecture is the very mirror of life. You only have to cast your eyes on buildings to feel the presence of the past, the spirit of a place; they are the reflection of society.

..." said Feng Xin. "..." said Mu Qing. "...?" said Quan Yizhen. "Ho ho," said Pei Ming.

I chose Happy Place in May because the idea of Felix holding that bright pink book delighted me to no end and because I could think of no happier place than PEI.

O great and mighty Master Li, pray impart to me the Secret of Wisdom!" he bawled. "Take a large bowl," I said. "Fill it with equal measures of fact, fantasy, history, mythology, science, superstition, logic, and lunacy. Darken the mixture with bitter tears, brighten it with howls of laughter, toss in three thousand years of civilization, bellow kan pei — which means 'dry cup' — and drink to the dregs." Procopius stared at me. "And I will be wise?" he asked. "Better," I said. "You will be Chinese.

Because I didn’t want to. And when it comes to a person’s body, that is all the reason there ever needs to be. Doesn’t matter if it’s a decision about a new pair of legs or how you like to trim your claws or—’ she gave Pei a piercing look ‘—what to do about an egg. I didn’t want to. You don’t want to. That’s it.’ ‘But—’ Pei started. Speaker leaned forward. ‘That. Is all. It ever needs to be.

Stop worrying about missed opportunities and start looking for new ones.

Atticus: You hear that? The nice blonde in her thirties is actually over 140 years old. : Oberon: She must use that Oil of Olay stuff. I wonder if it would get rid of the wrinkles on a shar-pei?

Success is a collection of problems solved.

Great artists need great clients.

A good friends should be able to tell you anything. Maybe your boyfriend's screwing around, or a dress that makes your love handles hang over like a shar-pei's skin? In either case, if they're not brave enough to tell it like it is? They're not your best friend.

I believe that architecture is a pragmatic art. To become art it must be built on a foundation of necessity.

Aeluon women didn’t have breasts, but after meeting Pei, Ashby had found that he could do without. His teenage self would’ve been horrified.

He whipped his head around. Hua Cheng was standing so close behind him, like he was about to reach out. Xie Lian stopped caring about anything else and went right for it—he pounced on Hua Cheng, cupped his cheeks with his hands, and then, getting up on his toes slightly to reach, he closed his eyes and pressed their lips together. “…” said Feng Xin. “…” said Mu Qing. “…?” said Quan Yizhen. “Ho ho,” said Pei Ming.

Life is architecture and architecture is the mirror of life.

I want to bring out the best in a community and contribute something of permanent value.

Can you explain being ticklish to me?’ he asked. ‘I have never understood the concept.’ ‘Yeah, it’s—’ Pei started to answer authoritatively, but got no further than that. How did you explain being ticklish? Speaker stared at the top of her cockpit, eyes narrow with thought. ‘I … have no idea how to describe what it feels like.’ ‘It’s like …’ Ouloo frowned. ‘Hmm.’ ‘Is it painful?’ Roveg asked. ‘No,’ Speaker said slowly. ‘It’s not.’ ‘But you don’t like it?’ Roveg said. ‘I don’t like it,’ Pei said. ‘I mean,’ Ouloo said, ‘I don’t mind it.’ ‘It’s not my favourite, but it’s not the worst,’ Speaker said. Roveg looked around the group with his hard-shelled face. ‘Thank you, this has been incredibly illuminating,’ he said.

Coge un cuenco grande, dije. Llénalo con medidas iguales de hechos, fantasías, historia, mitología, ciencia, superstición, lógica y locura. Oscurece la mezcla con lágrimas amargas, aclárala con carcajadas, viértele tres mil años de civilización, grita kan pei, que significa "copa seca", y bébela hasta las heces." Propocio me clavó los ojos. "¿Y seré sabio?", preguntó. "Mejor que eso", le respondí. "Serás chino.

Not gonna lie, Your Highness. Every time I see you now, I feel anxious and my body tenses, like whoever walks next to you will have something happen to them. So when I see you walking with Ling Wen, my heartbeat quickened. Ling Wen, you best be careful for the next little while.

No, it’s not that. Humans need a … oh, what is it … it’s something with their stomachs. An enzyme, I think. For digesting milk. Only some Humans produce it naturally. But here’s the thing: they’re all so fucking bonkers for cheese that they’ll ingest a dose of the enzymes beforehand so that they can eat it.’ ‘That seems a bit extreme,’ Roveg said. ‘Have you eaten it?’ Tupo asked. ‘Not if my life depended on it,’ Pei said. ‘How is it that their milk makes them sick?’ Speaker said. ‘That’s got to pose a problem if they can’t feed their young.’ ‘Oh, no, I – stars, I forgot the worst part.’ Pei rubbed her neck with her palm. ‘They don’t make cheese with their own milk. They take it from other animals.’ At that, chaos broke out.

The Italian landscape has always harmonized the vulgar and the Vitruvian: the contorni around the duomo, the portiere'S laundry across the padrone's portone, Supercortemaggiore against the Romanesque apse. Naked children have never played in our fountains, and I. M. Pei will never be happy on Route 66.

Of all the words that exist in any language only a bare minority are pure, unadulterated, original roots. The majority are "coined" words, forms that have been in one way or another created, augmented, cut down, combined, and recombined to convey new needed meanings, The language mint is more than a mint; it is a great manufacturing center, where all sorts of productive activities go on unceasingly.

Near the gardens, Pei stopped and caught her breath. She liked sweet-voiced Song Lee and hoped for the best in dealing with the other sisters, but Pei rememered all too well the different personalities that had affected her life, first at the girls' house, then at the silk factory and sisters' house. Dealing with so many people was often like playing a game of chess. There were so many pieces, all moving in different directions. It was always wise to guard all sides against capture.

Captain Chung Pei-fu of the Koumintang Army. A career soldier who had dedicated his life to war and who had never fought a battle.

Ho ho - Pei Ming

As Mario Pei has noted, no two people in any language speak the same sounds in precisely the same way. That is of course what enables us to recognize a person by his voice. In short, we each have our own dialect.

A moment later, instinct made him whip his head around, and sure enough, Pei Ming was watching the two of them. They stared at each other, and Pei Ming huffed a dry laugh. “Fine. I’ll go away.” “No, it’s fine,” Xie Lian said.

But you didn’t do it.’ ‘No, I didn’t.’ ‘Why not?’ ‘Because I didn’t want to,’ Speaker said simply. ‘But why?’ ‘Because I didn’t want to. And when it comes to a person’s body, that is all the reason there ever needs to be. Doesn’t matter if it’s a decision about a new pair of legs or how you like to trim your claws or—’ she gave Pei a piercing look ‘—what to do about an egg. I didn’t want to. You don’t want to. That’s it.’ ‘But—’ Pei started. Speaker leaned forward. ‘That. Is all. It ever needs to be.

I missed all the people and places I didn’t know if I would ever see again – my grandparents and their cute little house at Basin Head, where we used to visit the beach everyday and I would run barefoot over the singing sands and swim in the impossibly enormous ocean.

She did not long for childhood, as such. On the contrary, Pei was extremely happy to have left that clumsy messiness behind forever. What she longed for, rather, was the simple space to think and explore nothing more complicated than can I kick my shoe over the tree? and how do hands work?

Romanians often claim to have the language that most closely resembles ancient Latin. But in fact, according to Mario Pei, if you wish to hear what ancient Latin sounded like, you should listen to Lugudorese, an Italic dialect spoken in central Sardinia, which in many respects is unchanged from the Latin of 1,500 years ago.

All I have to do is just look into a dog’s eyes. The eyes of a Saint Bernard, an English mastiff, a shar-pei, a Jack Russell terrier, a French bulldog, a corgi, a pug. A lot of the time I think all you have to do is look into any dog’s eyes, and there’ll you’ll find honesty; there, I think so much of the time, you’ll find the truth.

Prima della rivoluzione, quando un gran personaggio, un maresciallo di Francia, un duca e pari o un principe attraversava una città di quelle regioni, la rappresentanza municipale si recava a fargli un discorso e gli presentava quattro ciotole d'argento in cui erano stati versati quattro vini diversi; sulla prima tazza si leggeva quest'iscrizione: vino di scimma, sulla seconda: vino di leone, sulla terza: vino di montone e sulla quarta: vino di porco. Quelle quattro leggende esprimevano i quattro gradi pei quali discende l'ubriaco: la prima ebbrezza, quella che rallegra; la seconda, quella che eccita; la terza quella che inebetisce e la quarta, finalmente, quella che abbrutisce.

In traditional Aeluon culture, a mother was not a parent. Parents were men and shon. Parents went to school for it. Parents were the people who actually raised children, not those who had done the easy business of creating them. The gendered expectations of parenting were dissolving, but even though women could be found working in creches now, there was still an enormous difference between the person who produced an egg and the person who took care of the little being that crawled out of it. Parenting was a profession, and it was not Pei’s. She could not imagine living like Ouloo, performing two distinct jobs at once, splitting herself for decades until Tupo reached adulthood. The whole idea was overwhelming.

மனிதன் அழியலாம், ஆனால் அவன் செய்யும் அநீதி அழியாது

So you students of the Way should immediately refrain from conceptual thought.

It is not an individual act, architecture. You have to consider your client. Only out of that can you produce great architecture. You cannot work in the abstract.

Let's do it right. This is for the ages.

There’s two of them in a caravan just near the terminal. They’re like Marg Simpson’s sisters. They’ve got these lines on their faces like a couple of Shar Peis, as though they’ve smoked a billion cigarettes. Their curries are fantastic. They make it all onsite, sitting on crates peeling onions. It’s another bit of the channel that we’ll lose when the bridge opens.

Ah, signore! – intervenne la nipote –, li faccia bruciare come gli altri; perché non ci sarebbe proprio di che stupirsi se poi mio zio, una volta sanato della sua malattia cavalleresca, leggendo questi, si incapricciasse di diventare pastore e di andarsene pei boschi e prati suonando e cantando, o peggio ancora, poeta, che a quanto dicono è infermità incurabile e contagiosa.

Sometimes strange literal meanings are hidden in innocuous-sounding names. Kennedy, means “ugly head” in Gaelic, Boyd means “yellow-faced or sickly,” Campbell means “crooked mouth.” The same is equally true of other languages. As Mario Pei notes, Gorky means “bitter,” Tolstoy means “fat,” and Machiavelli means “bad nails.” Cicero is Roman slang for a wart on the nose (it means literally “chickpea”).

Pei Ming pointed at all the leftover wood pieces they left behind on the beach. “You made that coffin yourselves, right? Why didn’t you build a bigger one?” “...” The coffin boat was designed by both Hua Cheng and Xie Lian, and it seemed neither of them had considered making it bigger at the time. Xie Lian could only laugh awkwardly. “You’re right. Ha ha, ha ha. Did My Lords only just drift to this island?

Then, what is your reason?' 'I don't know!' Pei rubbed her face in frustration. 'There is no reason why I don't want to do this! I'm healthy! I'm clearly capable! Everybody I know who's ever gone to a Kresh comes back saying it's a fantastic time. I'd have ten-days to just lie around and have sex and be catered to. I like kids. I like being around kids. I imagine visiting my own would be nice. I have a partner who understands and friends who would be thrilled, and...there's no reason not to.' Speaker looked at her for a moment. 'Of course, there is. You don't want to.'...'And when it comes to a person's body, that is all the reason there ever needs to be. It doesn't matter if it's a decision about a new pair of legs, or how you like to trim your claws, or...what to do about an egg. You don't want to. That's it. That is all it ever needs to be.

Contemporary architects tend to impose modernity on something. There is a certain concern for history but it’s not very deep. I understand that time has changed, we have evolved. But I don’t want to forget the beginning. A lasting architecture has to have roots.

O great and mighty Master Li, pray impart to me the Secret of Wisdom!’ he bawled. A silly smile was sliding down the side of his face like a dripping watercolor, and his eyeballs resembled a pair of pink pigeon eggs that were gently bouncing in saucers of yellow won-ton soup. To my great credit I never batted an eyelash. ‘Take a large bowl,’ I said. ‘Fill it with equal measures of fact, fantasy, history, mythology, science, superstition, logic, and lunacy. Darken the mixture with bitter tears, brighten it with howls of laughter, toss in three thousand years of civilization, bellow kan pei—which means “dry cup”—and drink to the dregs.’ Procopius stared at me. ‘And I will be wise?’ he asked. ‘Better,’ I said. ‘You will be Chinese.’” Li

Of course, people find beauty in things without wet noses, too. But there is something unique about the ways in which we fall in love with animals. Unwieldy dogs and minuscule dogs and long-haired and sleek dogs, snoring Saint Bernards, asthmatic pugs, unfolding shar-peis, and depressed-looking basset hounds - each with devoted fans. Bird-watchers spend frigid mornings scanning skies and scrub for the feathered objects of their fascination. Cat lovers display an intensity lacking - thank goodness - in most human relationships. Children’s books are constellated with rabbits and mice and bears and caterpillars, not to mention spiders, crickets, and alligators. Nobody ever had a plush toy shaped like a rock, and when the most enthusiastic stamp collector refers to loving stamps, it is an altogether different kind of affection.

At the beginning, I thought the best Islamic work was in Spain - the mosque in Cordoba, the Alhambra in Granada. But as I learned more, my ideas shifted. I traveled to Egypt, and to the Middle East many times.I found the most wonderful examples of Islamic work in Cairo, it turns out. I'd visited mosques there before, but I didn't see them with the same eye as I did this time. They truly said something to me about Islamic architecture.

The keen Saracen blade sliced through the archbishop's shield down to his arm, but Turpin's aim was truer. Corsablis's turbaned head rolled in the dust as the prelate swung his mighty weapon. The Berber's steed raced on, bearing a headless rider who soon toppled from his mount. Turpin, galloping on to where the press was thickest, turned in his saddle and addressed the head where it lay: 'Scoundrel pagan, you've met your end! So be it always with the enemies of Christ!

Foi novamente como se a Vida, com todos os seus segredos, estivesse próxima de mim, como se eu a pudesse tocar… E ali sentia-me imensamente segura e protegida. E pensei: «Como isto é est ranho. É guerra. Há campos de concentração. Pequenas crueldades amontoam-se por cima de pequenas crueldades. Quando caminho pelas ruas, sei que, em muitas das casas por onde passo, há ali um filho preso, e ali um pai refém, e ali têm de suportar a condenação à morte de um rapaz de dezoito anos.» E estas ruas e casas ficam perto da minha própria casa. Sei do grande sofrimento humano que se vai acumulando, sei das perseguições e da opressão… Sei de tudo isso e continuo a enfrentar cada pedaço de realidade que se me impõe. E num momento inesperado, abandonada a mim própria — encontro-me de repente encostada ao pei to nu da Vida e os braços dela são muito macios e envolvem-me, e nem sequer consigo descrever o bater do seu coração: tão fiel como se nunca mais findasse…

Per­fec­tion is nearly al­ways im­possible, but it is never dif­fi­cult. Which is to say that if there is any dif­fi­culty to it, any lack of ease, then it has already failed of per­fec­tion. All per­fect things are easy. But they are not fre­quent. The mar­ried life of Charles Peis­son and Dotty was per­fect. From the mo­ment that Charles re­turned to town, everything was per­fect. The mark of per­fec­tion is its very sim­pli­city. Charles had a knack for un­ty­ing knots, for resolv­ing dif­fi­culties. The knack does not con­sist of ig­nor­ing the dif­fi­culties nor in skirt­ing them. It doesn’t even con­sist of fa­cing them and con­quer­ing them in the old copy-book fash­ion, though ap­par­ently they are faced and conquered in an­other fash­ion. Or some of them are never conquered at all. Part of the idea is just not to be dif­fi­cult about dif­fi­culties. If the rest of the idea were un­der­stood, then every­one would have per­fec­tion; and they do not.

Imagine an Englishman, a Frenchman, a Chinese and an Indonesian all looking at a cup. The Englishman says, ‘That is a cup.’ The French-man answers, ‘No it’s not. It’s a tasse.’ Then the Chinese comments, ‘You are both wrong. It’s a pei.’ Finally the Indonesian man laughs at the others and says ‘What fools you are. It’s a cawan.’ Then the Englishman get a dictionary and shows it to the others saying, ‘I can prove that it is a cup. My dictionary says so.’ ‘Then your dictionary is wrong,’ says the Frenchman, ‘because my dictionary clearly says it is a tasse.’ The Chinese scoffs; ‘My dictionary says it’s a pei and my dictionary is thousands of years older than yours so it must be right. And besides, more people speak Chinese than any other language, so it must be a pei.’ While they are squabbling and arguing with each other, a another man comes up, drinks from the cup and then says to the others, ‘Whether you call it a cup, a tasse, a pei or a cawan, the purpose of the cup is to hold water so that it can be drunk. Stop arguing and drink, stop squabbling and refresh your thirst.’ This is the Buddhist attitude to other religions.

Power is seeping away from autocrats and single-party systems whether they embrace reform or not. It is spreading from large and long-established political parties to small ones with narrow agendas or niche constituencies. Even within parties, party bosses who make decisions, pick candidates, and hammer out platforms behind closed doors are giving way to insurgents and outsiders—to new politicians who haven’t risen up in the party machine, who never bothered to kiss the ring. People entirely outside the party structure—charismatic individuals, some with wealthy backers from outside the political class, others simply catching a wave of support thanks to new messaging and mobilization tools that don’t require parties—are blazing a new path to political power. Whatever path they followed to get there, politicians in government are finding that their tenure is getting shorter and their power to shape policy is decaying. Politics was always the art of the compromise, but now politics is downright frustrating—sometimes it feels like the art of nothing at all. Gridlock is more common at every level of decision-making in the political system, in all areas of government, and in most countries. Coalitions collapse, elections take place more often, and “mandates” prove ever more elusive. Decentralization and devolution are creating new legislative and executive bodies. In turn, more politicians and elected or appointed officials are emerging from these stronger municipalities and regional assemblies, eating into the power of top politicians in national capitals. Even the judicial branch is contributing: judges are getting friskier and more likely to investigate political leaders, block or reverse their actions, or drag them into corruption inquiries that divert them from passing laws and making policy. Winning an election may still be one of life’s great thrills, but the afterglow is diminishing. Even being at the top of an authoritarian government is no longer as safe and powerful a perch as it once was. As Professor Minxin Pei, one of the world’s most respected experts on China, told me: “The members of the politburo now openly talk about the old good times when their predecessors at the top of the Chinese Communist Party did not have to worry about bloggers, hackers, transnational criminals, rogue provincial leaders or activists that stage 180,000 public protests each year. When challengers appeared, the old leaders had more power to deal with them. Today’s leaders are still very powerful but not as much as those of a few decades back and their powers are constantly declining.”3

Try giving a full body wax to an overweight eighty-five-year-old man with more wrinkles than a shar-pei. Now that’s a workout.

Of course. And you already know you have hers,” Pei said. And then, whatever his culture might have demanded, he cleared his throat hard, harshly. “And mine,” he said huskily.

He's got more wrinkles than a bloody Sharpie.' 'Sharp-pei

This was true of any and every aspect of knowledge; you figured out how to learn it, and you exposed yourself to people who were willing to make their understanding public if you thought it could be a worthwhile part of your endeavor. That is the basis for the formation of universities in the Middle Ages—places where thinkers were willing to spend their time making their thoughts public. The only ones who got to stay were the ones whom other people (“students”) found relevant enough to their own personal quests to make listening to them worthwhile. By the way, this attitude toward teaching has not disappeared. When quantum theory was being developed in the second quarter of the twentieth century, aspiring atomic physicists traveled to the various places where different theorists were developing their thoughts, often in radically different directions. Students traveled to Bohr’s institute to find out how he viewed quantum theory, then to Heisenberg, to Einstein, to Schrodinger, to Dirac, and so on. What was true of physics was equally true of art, architecture...you name it. It is still true today. One does not go to Pei to learn “architecture”; one goes to learn how he does it—that is, to see him “teach” by telling and showing you his approach. Schools should enable people to go where they want to go, not where others want them to. The

The wall of the Pei Fu Complex rose four meters with pressure sensors and a meter of concertina wire lining the top. Rimes’s BAS showed the closest security guard twenty-eight meters out and moving away. Rimes looked the other team members

In the most blunt and pragmatic sense, diversity is optional to many white organizations, because their historical success has not relied on it.

IN APRIL, I. M. PEI turned one hundred. His adult children had a party for him on the roof of the St. Regis Hotel. Talk about “It was an older crowd.

Pei nodded. “I tried, but it wasn’t what I thought it would be.

Now we’re back at the apartment surrounded by half-empty Pei Wei

the apartment surrounded by half-empty Pei Wei cartons.

You know that’s not the first time I’ve had to . . . defend myself.’ ‘I know. But you’re a good woman. The things you have to do don’t change that. And your species – you know how to end a war. Truly end it. It doesn’t get in your blood. You do what needs doing and leave it at that.’ ‘Not always,’ Pei said. ‘We have as many dark patches in our history as anyone.’ ‘Maybe, but not like us. Humans can’t handle war. Everything I know about our history shows that it brings out the worst in us. We’re just not . . . mature enough for it, or something. Once we start, we can’t stop.

I had no idea what my intelligent, savvy, and glamorous mother had in common with this former school buddy, who had the personality of ragweed and a face reminiscent of a Shar-Pei dog wearing lipstick.

Tools such as LordPE and PEiD (Figure

No foreign architect of stature, such as I. M. Pei, resides in Japan. Foreign architects come to Japan on short-term contracts, erect a skyscraper or a museum, and then leave. But subtle and sophisticated approaches to services and design—the core elements of modern building technology—cannot be transmitted in this way. Japan is left with the empty shells of architectural ideas, the hardware without the software.

You look like a leopard-spotted Shar-Pei.

You cannot defend your design without knowing what you're designing for.

Be the best, not necessarily the original.

Dans le signe qui figure la Droite (main + bouche), les étymologistes savent lire un précepte : la main droite sert à manger. La Droite convient donc aux choses de la Terre. L’élément « main » se retrouve dans le signe adopté pour la Gauche, joint, cette fois, à un autre élément graphique qui figure l’équerre. L’équerre est le symbole de tous les arts, et surtout des arts religieux et magiques. C’est l’insigne de Fou -hi, premier souverain, premier devin. Fou-hi est le mari ou le frère de Niu-koua, dont le compas est l’insigne. Ce couple primordial a inventé le mariage ; aussi pour dire « bonnes mœurs », dit-on « compas et équerre ». Les graveurs représentent Fou-hi et Niu-koua se tenant enlacés par le bas du corps. A Niu-koua, qui occupe la droite, ils font tenir le compas de la main droite. Fou-hi, à gauche, tient, de la main gauche, l’équerre. L’ équerre, qui produit le Carré, emblème de la Terre, ne peut être l’insigne du Mâle qu’après un échange hiérogamique d’attributs ; mais, le Carré (comme l’enseigne le Tcheou pei) produisant le Rond (qu’il contient), l’équerre mérite tout de suite d’être l’emblème du sorcier qui est yin-yang, et surtout de Fou-hi, savant dans les choses du Ciel comme dans celles de la Terre. Fou-hi peut donc porter l’équerre de la main gauche, et la main gauche (avec l’équerre) évoquer l’Œuvre Royale, l’hiérogamie première, l’activité magico-religieuse. Les Chinois n’opposent pas fortement la religion à la magie, pas plus que le pur à l’impur. Le sacré et le profane ne forment pas eux-mêmes deux genres tranchés. La Droite peut être consacrée aux œuvres profanes et aux activités terrestres sans devenir l’antagoniste de la Gauche. La pensée chinoise s’intéresse non aux contraires, mais aux contrastes, aux alternances, aux corrélatifs, aux échanges hiérogamiques d’attributs.

Now let me do something of a Christian nature here to show that this is just not a Jewish thing. Let’s look at the word Aleph which is spelled Aleph-Lamed-Pei. Aleph has a numerical value of 1, the Lamed has a value of 30 and the Pei has a value of 80. 1+30+80=111. One Father, One Son, One Holy Spirit. Am I stretching things, is it just a coincidence? Perhaps.

There could be some new famous tales now—the Chicken-Killing General and the Feather-Plucking Crown Prince,” he lamented.

It wasn't a joke when I said I like you. You said that the person I'm in love with is very lucky to be loved by me. It is a pity that you will never know that luck has always belonged to you… Zhou Shu Yi, I like you.

I love books. I hope when I grow up to be able to have lots of them.

How I do love books! Not merely to read once but over and over again. I enjoy the tenth reading of a book as much as the first. Books are a delightful world in themselves. Their characters seem as real to me as my friends of actual life.

Then, what is your reason?' 'I don't know!' Pei rubbed her face in frustration. 'There is no reason why I don't want to do this! I'm healthy! I'm clearly capable! Everybody I know who's ever gone to a Kresh comes back saying it's a fantastic time. I'd have ten-days to just lie around and have sex and be catered to. I like kids. I like being around kids. I imagine visiting my own would be nice. I have a partner who understands and friends who would be thrilled, and...there's no reason not to.' Speaker looked at her for a moment. 'Of course, there is. You don't want to.'...'And when it comes to a person's body, that is all the reason there ever needs to be. It doesn't matter if it's a decision about a new pair of legs, or how you like to trim our claws, or...what to do about an egg. You don't want to. That's it. That is all it ever needs to be.

She did not long for childhood, as such. On the contrary, Pei was extremely happy to have left that clumsy messiness behind forever. What she longed for, rather, was the simple space to think and explore nothing more complicated than can I kick my shoe over the tree? and how do hands work? and if I flash my face at this flower for long enough, can I make it change colour? Sillinesses such as these had been vital once, a key component in learning the basic rules of the universe within and around her. She no longer needed to discover those rules, but it would be nice, she thought, to have the time to become that intimate with them again.

Everything speaks of the autumn now. The sea roars hollowly day and night, the fields are bare and sere, bordered by strips of deep-dyed golden-rod, asters, and life-everlasting; and the ponds are blue – blue – not the steely blue of winter or the deep azure of summer, but a clear, steadfast serene blue, as if the water were past all the moods and tenses of passion and had settled down to tranquility.

The exchange stuck in Pei’s teeth all the same, a single grain of sand she didn’t really give a fuck about but also couldn’t ignore.

People often told him that Lan was very beautiful, but Pei had no opinion about that. He had never really noticed other women, and to say that a woman was or was not beautiful meant looking at her with an experienced eye.

The nurses were smiling, the doctors came and smiled, the other patients watched them and listened to their conversation and giggled cheerfully. They all knew who General Pei was, and they were eager to show him their unshakable faith in the life ahead of them, even though almost all in this ward were individually dying. But collectively they had tremendous prospects, and they were lying there on their backs, too weak to move, beaming.

The Chinese for pay is pei, and the Farsi Iranian word for bad is bad. The Uzbek for chop is chop, and in the extinct Aboriginal language of Mbaram a dog was called a dog. The Mayan for hole is hole and the Korean for many is mani. When, in the mountains of the Hindu Kush, an Afghan wants to show you something, he will use the word show; and the ancient Aztecs used the Nahuatl word huel to mean well. Any idiot can deduce from this that all the languages of the world are related. However, anyone of reasonable intelligence will realize that they are just a bunch of coincidences. There are a lot of words and a lot of languages, but there are a limited number of sounds. We're bound to coincide sometimes.

Ultimately, diversity is about the value and dignity of people—ethnic minorities—whose unique voices have been overlooked or even silenced. It is about restoring beautiful missing pieces of the canvas of history that can enrich our view of the world, and of God. It is about acknowledging pains and injustices of power from the past.

When we approach diversity in this pragmatic way, we make the mistake of treating minorities as a means to an end. They help us achieve our goals and visions instead of shaping the vision and process themselves.

He was intrigued by Newton’s belly and back flap, that spilled over the waist of his pants like soft-serve ice cream over the edges of a cone. He wondered how it would look if the fat boy got worms. He imagined the buttery folds of skin lapping up on themselves like those ugly looking dogs, what were they called, Shar Peis. Newton would have a Shar Pei-body.

È un Paese così diviso, l’Italia. Così fazioso, così avvelenato dalle sue meschinerie tribali! Si odiano anche all’interno dei partiti, in Italia. Non riescono a stare insieme nemmeno quando hanno lo stesso emblema, lo stesso distintivo. Gelosi, biliosi, vanitosi, piccini, non pensano che ai propri interessi personali. Non si preoccupano che per la propria carrieruccia, la propria gloriuccia, la propria popolarità di periferia e da periferia. Pei propri interessi personali si fanno i dispetti, si tradiscono. Si accusano, si sputtanano…

would like to chop you up into small, manageable pieces and grill you on a hibachi, then feed you to my shar-pei. But all that comes out is Welcome to moviefone!

JUN WU'S A HYPOCRITE AND LING WEN'S A COW, THE PEI'S ARE SLUTS, LANG QIANQIU IS STUPID, QUAN YIZHEN SUCKS, THE WATER AND WIND MASTERS NASTY BITCHES -Qi Rong

I will work for you,' Mingzhu repeated, raising her chin. 'But let it be known that I belong to no man.

How to try it The Canadian Potato Museum is located on Prince Edward Island. Their café serves everything PEI potato, from french fries to potato fudge.

Köprülü'nün 8. yüzyılın ilk yarısında iki Tonga Tigin'in yaşamış ol­duğu yolundaki görüşü doğru değildir. Kül Tigin anıtında sözü edilen Tonga Tigin yoğı "Tonga Tigin'in cenaze töreni", onun sandığı gibi 730 yılında değil, daha erken bir tarihte, 715 yılında yapılmış olmalıdır, çünkü Tokuz Oğuzlara karşı yapılan savaşlar (bir yılda beş savaş; Bilge Kağan yazıtına göre dört savaş) bu yılda cereyan etmiştir: Toğu Balık savaşı, Kuşluğak savaşı, Bolçu savaşı, Çuş Başı savaşı, Ezgenti Kadaz savaşı. Kül Tigin bu savaşların dördüncüsünde, yani Çuş Başı savaşında Tongra boyundan 10 yiğit savaşçıyı, Tonga Tigin'in cenaze töreni yapılırken kuşatıp öldürmüştür. Kül Tigin yazıtının bu olayla ilgili kısmı şöyledir: Törtünç Çuş Başınta süngüşdümiz. Türük bodun adak kamşatdı; yablak bo[ltaç]ı erti. Oza [k]elmiş süsin Kül Tigin agıtıp Tongra bir uguş alpagu on erig Tonga Tigin yogınta egirip ölürtümiz (Kül Tigin, Kuzey yüzü, 6-7 satırlar: A Gramrnar of Orkhon Turkic, ss. 236-237). Bu olay Bilge Kağan yazıtında da şöyle hikâye edilmektedir: Üçünç Çuş başında süngüşdüm. Türük bodun adak kam­şat[t]ı; yablak boltaçı erti. Oza yanya keligme süsin agıt[t]ım. Üküş ölteçi anta tirilti. Anta Tongra yılpagutı bir uguşug Tonga Tigin yog[ınta] ebire tokıdım (Bilge Kağan, Doğu yüzü, 30-31. satırlar: A Grammar of Orkhon Turkic, s. 244). Bu savaşlar sırasında Kül Tigin 31, Bilge Kağan ise 32 yaşında­dırlar. Kül Tigin 684'te, Bilge Kağan da 683'te doğmuş olduklarına göre Tonga Tigin'in cenaze töreni 715 yılında yapılmıştır. Bu tarih, Çin kay­naklarında sözü edilen Kapgan Kağan'ın oğlu Tonga Tigin'in Beşbalık (Pei-t'ing) surları önünde pusuya düşürülüp öldürüldüğü tarihle, yani 714 yı­lı ile uyuşmaktadır. Bu olay Kiu-t'ang-schu (103, 1a) ile T'ang-schu'da (133) şöyle hikâye edilmektedir: "2. yılın baharında (714), (Gök)türklerin (ka­ğanı) Mo-tsch'o (Kapgan Kağan) oğulları İ-kiang Kağan (İ-nie = İnel Kağan) ile T'ung-o T'e-le'yi (Tonga Tigin) en seçkin süvarilerinin başında Pei-t'ing'e gönderdi ve şehri kuşattırdı. (Şehrin askeri valisi) K'ien-kuan, kuvvetleri ile birlikte, (şehri) cesurca savundu. T'ung-o T'e-te (Tonga Tigin) tek başına surlara doğru geldiğinde, K'ien-kuan birkaç cesur adamını Tonga Tigin'in yolu üzerinde pusuya yatırdı. (Pusuya yatmış olan Çinliler) birdenbire (yerlerinden) sıçrayarak onu öldürdüler. Haydutların (yani Türklerin) asıl kuvveti (surlara yakın) geldiklerinde Tonga Tigin'i orada bulamadılar; sonra hepsi birden gelerek bağlılıklarını bildirdiler ve Tonga Tigin'in bütün zırhları ile eşya ve silahlarını kurtulmalık olarak vermeyi teklif ettiler. Onun öldürüldüğünü öğrendikleri zaman ise bütün (Türk) askerleri çığlıklar ve feryatlar kopararak ağlaştılar. Sonra derhal geri çekildiler" (Liu Mau-tsai, Die chinesischen Nachrichten zur Geschichte der Ost-Türken ( T'u-küe), 1, s. 275). Kapgan Kağan'ın oğlu Tonga Tigin'in Çinliler tarafından bu şekilde pusuya düşürülerek öldürülmesi ve bu beklenmedik kayıp karşısında bir ağıt oluşması pek doğal ve kuvvetle muh­temeldir. Bu olayın meydana geldiği tarihle Kâşgarlı'nın yaşadığı dönem arasında üç buçuk yüzyıllık bir zaman süresi vardır. Bu süre gerçek bir olayın ve kahramanın efsaneleşmesi için yeterince uzundur. Bu nedenle, Alp Er Tonga'yı çok daha eski zamanlarda yaşamış bir Türk kahramanı veya Köprülü'nün bir ihtimal olarak ileri sürdüğü gibi "tarihe girmemiş başka bir Tonga Tigin" saymağa gerek yoktur sanıyoruz. MK'daki ağıt parçalarında adı geçen Alp Er Tonga, büyük bir ihtimalle, 713'te Beş balık (Pei-t'ing) seferine çıkan Kapgan Kağan'ın 714 yılında şehir surları önünde pusuya düşürülerek öldürülen ve ölümü Türkleri derin üzüntü içinde bırakan oğlu Tonga Tigin'den başkası değildir.

Ruby paused a moment. “I’m thinking…What would you say about taking a bicycle trip? I’m talking about a real adventure. Maybe a week or more.” Dot’s eyes shone in the darkness. She was interested. “Where?” I don’t know, maybe Cape Breton, or New Brunswick, or even P.E.I.? What do you think? “Craz-ee! If you mean Charlottetown then I vote for P.E.I. I’ve always wanted to see Don Messer perform. It would be a dream come true. That would be magic for me, Ruby. I’d go to P.E.I. just to see him. Do you suppose-?” “That’s just what I was thinking, Dot. We’ve thought about it off and on for long enough. It’s time to do something about actually seeing his show,” interrupted Ruby with a twinkle in her eye. The thought of watching the fiddler, Don Messer and his famous band perform live, excited her too. They all liked his music and often listened to his Sunday afternoon broadcasts between church services.