Rls Quotes

The untented Kosmos my abode, I pass, a wilful stranger: My mistress still the open road And the bright eyes of danger.

the journal, but with a kind of reverence now that he had not initially felt. He hadn’t known at first whose initials they were—RLS—nor had he known who Louis or Fanny were. But then he’d read and deciphered more of the text, put it all together, and discovered that the author of the book was none other than Robert Louis Stevenson. The man whose

Sis rolls her eyes and leads the elderly lady over to the S-shaped tables crammed with silver trays of ham biscuits, pickled shrimp, stuffed mushrooms, venison pate, fruit and cheese in ornately carved-out watermelons, smoked salmon with all the trimmings, sausage balls, and pimento cheese garnished with little cocktail pickles. Sis's mama gets a nibble of shrimp and a ham biscuit and points to another corner of the tent where Richadene's brother, Melvin, is carving a beef tenderloin and serving it on rolls with horseradish and mayonnaise. Next to Melvin, R.L.'s chef friend from Savannah is serving up shrimp and grits in large martini glasses.

What this means is that the (Infinity) of points involved in continuity is greater than the (Infinity) of points comprised by any kind of discrete sequence, even an infinitely dense one. (2) Via his Diagonal Proof that c is greater than Aleph0, Cantor has succeeded in characterizing arithmetical continuity entirely in terms of order, sets, denumerability, etc. That is, he has characterized it 100% abstractly, without reference to time, motion, streets, noses, pies, or any other feature of the physical world-which is why Russell credits him with 'definitively solving' the deep problems behind the dichotomy. (3) The D.P. also explains, with respect to Dr. G.'s demonstration back in Section 2e, why there will always be more real numbers than red hankies. And it helps us understand why rational numbers ultimately take up 0 space on the Real Line, since it's obviously the irrational numbers that make the set of all reals nondenumerable. (4) An extension of Cantor's proof helps confirm J. Liouville's 1851 proof that there are an infinite number of transcendental irrationals in any interval on the Real Line. (This is pretty interesting. You'll recall from Section 3a FN 15 that of the two types of irrationals, transcendentals are the ones like pi and e that can't be the roots of integer-coefficient polynomials. Cantor's proof that the reals' (Infinity) outweighs the rationals' (Infinity) can be modified to show that it's actually the transcendental irrationals that are nondenumerable and that the set of all algebraic irrationals has the same cardinality as the rationals, which establishes that it's ultimately the transcendetnal-irrational-reals that account for the R.L.'s continuity.)

Borsk watched Anya scoot away from the shuttle stop, her legs moving as fast as the blades on his family's restaurant's salad chopper. She was surprisingly speedy for a short girl. And surprisingly nice for a rich one. He wished he hadn't seen how respectful she was with Old Greeley, or how anxious she was to avoid special treatment, in both the greenhouse and out on the suspension bridge. He wished he hadn't seen the way her whole face lit up when anyone praised her art. He especially wished he hadn't seen her manage to seem disappointed, not relieved, when her dating pool color didn't match up with VJ Brown's. He wished he could keep thinking of her as a stuck-up rich kid. Then maybe he wouldn't feel so bad about totally ripping her off.

He knows I have a soft spot for RLS and not just because he was sick or because we have the same initials but because there’s something impossibly romantic about him and because before he started writing Treasure Island he first drew a map of an unknown island and because he believed in invisible places and was one of the last writers to know what the word adventure means. I could give you a hundred reasons why RLS is The Man. Look in his The Art of Writing (Book 683, Chatto & Windus, London) where he says that no living people have had the influence on him as strong for good as Hamlet or Rosalind. Or when he says his greatest friend is D’Artagnan from The Three Musketeers (Book 5, Regent Classics, London). RLS said: ‘When I suffer in mind, stories are my refuge, I take them like opium.’ And when you read Treasure Island you feel you are casting off. That’s the thing. You are casting off and leaving behind the ordinary dullness of the world.

You should have her come talk to me. I know it's hard to buck the system, but if we artists don't do it, who will?

You're not crazy," Darvian said. "You're merely dealing with realities you haven't faced before.

In many ways, what we do is a shadow of what's real. Politics can protect ordinary things and sometimes improve ordinary things, but it's the ordinary things that are important.

Even as he said, "Are you crazy child?" the black sinuous creature rose on wings of glittering purple and sprouted fresh green flames.

Mi sono imposta un programma a cui non devo mai venir meno; non devo mai più studiare alla sera, anche se la mattina dopo ho un sacco di prove scritte. Mi metterò invece a leggere libri: devo farlo, capisci, perché non l'ho mai fatto nei diciotto anni trascorsi. Non hai idea di che abisso di ignoranza sia la mia mente, papà: me ne sto accorgendo io stessa. Tutte quelle cose che la maggior parte delle ragazze con una famiglia, degli amici e una biblioteca hanno apprese quasi naturalmente, senza accorgersene, io non le ho nemmeno sentite nominare. Per esempio non ho mai letto né Mamma Oca, né Davide Copperfield, né Ivanhoe, né Cenerentola, né Barbablù, né Robinson Crusoe, né Jane Eyre, né Alice nel paese delle meraviglie, e nemmeno una sola parola di Rudyard Kipling. Non ho mai saputo che Enrico VIII avesse avuto più di una moglie, e che Shelley fosse un poeta. Non sapevo che R.L.S. significa Robert Louis Stevenson e che George Eliot fosse una donna. Non avevo mai visto una riproduzione di Monna Lisa e (non ci crederai, ma è la pura verità) non avevo mai sentito parlare di Sherlock Holmes. Ora tutte queste cose le so, e ne so molte altre, ma capirai quanto cammino ho da riguadagnare! Sarà buffo, ma per tutto il giorno non faccio che aspettare la sera, quando finalmente metto sulla porta il cartello Occupata, indosso il mio accappatoio rosso, mi metto le pantofole di pelo, faccio sul letto un mucchio con tutti i cuscini, mi ci appoggio, accendo la lampada d'ottone e leggo, leggo, leggo.