Se Hall Quotes

Maybe it's not about the length of time you've known someone; maybe it's about instant recognition on an unconscious level. Our souls know each other.

You are not in charge, Cannon Blackwell. You do not eat my pussy or pay my bills, so you don’t get a say.

I'm not sure what kind of love you mean, baby, but if you mean do I want you to be with me forever, that I can't bear the thought of being without you as my lover, my best friend, my whole world....one day my wife, and my baby mama, then yes, I Love you, Love you!

Guys may be oblivious to, well, almost everything, but you can’t tell me they don’t know what the shirtless, barefoot thing does to a woman. They know. Sneaky bastards.

You know I want you. You know all this foreplay is in hope that one day I get to lay you down and love you. I think about it at least ten times a day, every day. I'm jealous as fuck of every feeling you have for Evan. I want you to tell him once and for all you're with me and never leave my arms, my life or my bed again. But for now, I'll settle for watching a movie and falling asleep with you in my arms.

Fuck me hard when you're mad, soft when you're not, bite my dick when I won't listen and deny me until I beg when I'm late or forget something important. But always, always love me?

You are magnificent. Thank you for waiting for me, for this. I love you. I didn't know what that meant until I met you. You were made to be my other half and I yours.

Please God, don't let anyone take her. If you give me this, I swear to wake her every morning with 'good morning, beautiful' and kiss her to sleep every night. I'll keep her safe and hold her tight. I'll take of her, I swear.

I'm sorry, all I hear was 'I'm having a really bad day, gorgeous man of mine, so please ignore everything I say until I'm back to your sweet Lizzie.' Which, the answer's 'yes, Siren, I can do that.

It's nothing but space, Laney. It means nothing. I'm still yours. I'll always be yours.

entonces Adam Wilde aparece en Carnegie Hall en la noche más grande de mi carrera, y se sintió como más que una coincidencia. Se sintió como un regalo. De ellos. Para mi primer recital, me dieron un violonchelo. Y para éste, me dieron tu presencia. -Mia

Just like that, as quickly as our love came out in the open, it crawled back in the shadows; the shortest fairytale ever written.

All my instincts tell me to cover and cherish you fiercely, with each breath, and work harder to make you mine. Each and every time you try and push me away, to put that guard of yours back up, I need to hold on tighter, chase faster. Until my arms are the ones you want to run into.

I'm who takes care of anything you crave, want, or require, You cry, my shirt gets wet. You scream, my eardrums bleed. You come, my dick's squeezed. All of it, everything

This guy seriously belongs on the cover of “World’s Sexiest Reasons to Drop Your Panties.

Coming together is a beginning; keeping together is progress; working together is success. —Anonymous

I want you, Cannon, because I love you. And I love you because I never want to feel any other way than the way I feel when I'm with you. If I'm scared or sad, no arms but yours will do. When I fall asleep, the thought of you, your quirks, laugh, kindness and companionship ensure my sweet dreams. I want you inside me because that's when I'll truly by whole. I don't want to be strong by myself anymore. I want to be stronger, because I have you.

Jesus, the list of side effects from suggested medication is longer than the symptoms! I think I saw everything from blurred vision to run out of gas in your car to give off a scent attractive to werewolves to ingrown nose hairs on there.

A daughter's your daughter for the rest of your life. A son's a son 'til he takes a wife

- De acuerdo, chicos, ¿os sentís protegidos? - Yo sí-dijo Archer-. También me siento como si alguien se hubiese propasado conmigo, pero eso no tiene nada que ver.

Oh shut up—you know damn good and well there can be a hundred people in the room, 99 of them rushing up to say they love your dress, but until that one, the one you wore it for, says something, you might as well be wearing a trash bag.

Trust me with your pain, Lizzie, please. trust me with your anger, confusion, resentment, fear, and all those feelings of powerlessness. Give it all to me. I will carry it, you, and us to the other side

Never fails—say period, tampon, or cramps and men run like you asked them to take a look at things down there. Except for Jarrett, who’s oddly fascinated by periods,

Thank God opposites attract. Which means I’m officially nothing,” I choke up on a sob, “because you are everything. Everything.

Cheating is more than betrayal. It’s letting a selfish, physical need take over with blatant disregard for the other person’s feelings, as if they’re of no value.

Todos os rios correm para o mar, e o mar não se enche.

La milicia es un Tao de engaños: De modo que cuando seas capaz, muestra incapacidad. Cuando seas activo, muestra inactividad. Cuando estés cerca, haz creer que estás lejos. Cuando estés lejos, haz creer que estás cerca. De modo que cuando el enemigo busque ventajas, los atraerás. Cuando se halle confundido, lo conquistarás. Cuando tenga consistencia, prepárate a enfrentarte a él. Cuando sea fuerte, evítalo. Cuando esté airado, acósalo. Atácale cuando no esté preparado. Surge allí donde no te espere.

I won’t share you, Laney. Not your lips, not your thoughts, not your body, and especially not your heart. You don’t have to give it all to me just yet, but give me nothing if any of it belongs to him. Do you understand?

And yet no one has mastered the craftsmanship of the "doctor visit robe" beyond crinkly paper with one big ass side open ....... unbelievable.

I love you too, Lizzie. Pretty sure since the minute I met you, and certain I will forever

Not sure that does it justice anymore...I worship, no, I live, because you make my heartbeat

Evannnnnn,” I whine, “we are not farmers. Why are you here so early?

you best make sure they hit you first. Never start it, always finish it.

Dane turns to us, and Good Lord…I hope their parents are breeding professionally because they’d make a fortune!

Amy is blatantly fond of red light bulbs instead of, you know, normal ones, and I can’t see shit. Silly me, running out without my infrared night vision goggles and all.

We’ve graduated to group messages, and boy oh boy, they’ve included me.

What’s vice today may be virtue, tomorrow.” -Henry Fielding

You’re a part of me now, Laney, there’s no going back. No one and nothing exists before us, or after us,” my hand spreads wide across her stomach, “all that remains is our forever.

You know,” he slaps one hand on my shoulder, “you can chase and chase a butterfly and never catch them. But if you stand still, they may decide to land right on you.

Bland, disappointing, and heartbreaking is starting to slowly but surely morph into “huh, maybe there’s something to this clusterfuck called life after all.

I swear, talking to guys is like trying to work Sudoku with a Sharpie… while blindfolded. Do you do it just to aggravate us, or is it truly a chromosomal thing?

Bring it on, penis packers!

*Ever being asked to participate in a line-up. (Even if they didn’t pick your ass; if you were in the line, you’re done here.)

(Coincidentally, “bang” is the sound a gun makes… just sayin’.)

If you qualified for any above item — get the fuck gone. Fast. Like you’re being chased by a large, angry father. Because you are.

So at this point, I owe it to society to wear a t-shirt that says “Turn around, cross the street or call 9-1-1, you’ve been warned.

absence makes the head dizzy and fills the heart with aching bewilderment?

Fuck me hard when you’re mad, soft when you’re not, bite my dick when I won’t listen, and deny me until I beg when I’m late or forget something important. But always, always love me?

I can tell all this is new to you, Laney; college, going out, meeting new people. I want you to feel secure. Every woman should make decisions based on good sense or choice, not fear.

In your life, you get five, maybe ten, if God thinks you’re super special, people you call “home.” I have two of the best on the line right now and I love them like fields love rain, birds love tiny, loose twigs, and campers love breakfast (‘cause let’s face it, you know it tastes better there).

We gotta get our poop in a group! Shouldn’t we be mobile by now?” I raise my brows at him questioningly. “Poop in a group? Is that like get our shit together?” He asks and Cannon chuckles. “Yes, same.

How do I tell her, without sounding like a psycho, that I want to know every facet of her every day? If she laughed, I want to know what was funny. I want to know what she ate, what she wore, who she saw.

And where'd you get a crayon?” I ask Sawyer, 'cause the disproportionate balls are blue. “They got a nursery at this place. Not that my daughter’s getting left in it, but I did scope it out… and stole one.” He boasts proudly. “I'm

She broke her See You Next Tuesday and can’t walk,” I answer for her. Dane whips his head to face me, the edge of his mouth twitching amongst a look of shock. “She what?” “Tingly gel is no bueno. Now help Tate get her to the bathroom.

Escrito pobremente. Apestoso Escrito horroroso Terriblemente Espantosamente No importa Apaga el editor interno Déjate escribir Déjate fluir Déjate fallar Haz algo loco Escribe cincuenta mil palabras en el mes de noviembre. Yo lo hice Fue divertido, fue una locura, fueron mil sesenta y siete palabras por día. Fue imposible. Pero, tienes que apagar tu crítico interno. Apagar completamente. Sólo escribe. Rápidamente. En ráfagas.  Con alegría Si no puede escribir, huya por un rato. Regrese. Escriba de nuevo La escritura es como cualquier otra cosa. Tú no serás bueno en eso inmediatamente. Es un arte que tienes que seguir mejorando. No consigues ir a Julliard, a menos que practiques. Si quieres llegar a Carnegie Hall, practica, practica, practica. ... O dales un montón de dinero. Como cualquier otra cosa, toma diez mil horas conseguir la maestría. Tal y como Malcolm Gladwell dice. Así que escribe. Falla. Consigue volcar tus pensamientos. Déjate reposar. Déjate marinar. Y luego, edita. Pero no modifiques mientras escribas, que eso sólo desacelera al cerebro. Encuentra una práctica diaria, para mí está blogueando todos los días. Y es divertido. Cuanto más escribas, más fácil será. Cuánto más se trata de fluir, menos de la preocupación. No es para la escuela, no es para un grado, es sólo para conseguir sacar tus pensamientos.  Tú sabes que quieren salir. Así que déjalos. Que sea una práctica. Y escribe pobremente, escribe terriblemente, escribe con abandono y puede llegar a ser Realmente Realmente Bueno.

El pueblo antiguo que deseaba tener una clara armonía moral en el mundo, ordenaba primero su vida nacional; los que deseaban ordenar su vida nacional regulaban primero su vida familiar; los que deseaban regular su vida familiar cultivaban primero sus vidas personales; los que deseaban cultivar sus vidas personales enderezaban primero sus corazones; quienes deseaban enderezar sus corazones hacían primero sinceras sus voluntades; los que deseaban hacer sinceras sus voluntades llegaban primero a la comprensión; la comprensión proviene de la exploración del conocimiento de las cosas. Cuando se gana el conocimiento de las cosas se logra la comprensión; cuando se gana la comprensión, la voluntad es sincera; cuando la voluntad es sincera, el corazón se endereza; cuando el corazón se endereza, se cultiva la vida personal; cuando la vida personal se cultiva, se regula la vida familiar; cuando se regula la vida familiar, la vida nacional es ordenada, y cuando la vida nacional es ordenada, el mundo está en paz. Desde el Emperador hasta el hombre común, el cultivo de la vida personal es el cimiento para todo. Es imposible que cuando los cimientos no están en orden se halle en orden la superestructura. Jamás ha habido un árbol de tronco delgado cuyas ramas superiores sean pesadas y fuertes. Hay una causa y una secuencia en las cosas, y un comienzo y un fin en los asuntos humanos. Conocer el orden de precedencia es tener el comienzo de la sabiduría.

Avevo sempre trovato qualcosa di confortante nelle azioni ripetitive. Mi fornivano un’ancora di salvezza quando tutte le certezze si facevano incerte. Mi sentivo saturo di stanchezza, schiacciato dalla mia stessa pelle e allo stesso tempo evanescente, come se le mie dita avessero potuto dissolversi in nebbia se avessi smesso di concentrarmi sul fatto di essere vivo.

As you grow into a fine young woman, try not to make excuses. If you know the bottom’s safe - jump. If you know it’s returned - love. If you really want it - fairly take it. If you run, do it ‘til your lungs burn. Laugh until your cheeks ache. And forgive, as you’ll always want to be forgiven. I didn’t say forget, and certainly your spirit won’t allow you to be a doormat, but forgive. Ask yourself always, if they die tonight.. was I really that mad? The answer will almost always be no. So act accordingly.

*Cheating. Of any sort. And before you get all cocky and think you can easily handle this one, let me tell you what “cheating” means in my dictionary. Anything you wouldn’t do if my daughter, or myself, were watching is cheating. Yeah — shit just got real. I’ll

Mi sentivo di nuovo come in ospedale. Declassato da una prima persona a una terza. Da soggetto a oggetto. Stavo scomparendo nelle frasi della gente. Avrei voluto parlare, ma non osai. Non sapevo come sarebbe potuta andare. Se la mia voce si sarebbe spezzata. Se ciò che avrei detto avrebbe avuto senso. Se avevo ancora il diritto di volere qualcosa. Dopotutto, che poteva farsene una persona sana delle parole di un matto?

I want you, Cannon, because I love you. And I love you because I never want to feel any other way than the way I feel when I’m with you. If I’m scared or sad, no arms but yours will do. When I fall asleep, the thought of you, your quirks, laugh, kindness, and companionship ensure my sweet dreams. I want you inside me because that’s when I’ll truly be whole. I don’t want to be strong by myself anymore. I want to be stronger, because I have you.

I gotta say—women look real nice in dresses, bikinis, or of course less, but when a little blonde is on her hands and knees, her tank top gaping down in the front, perky ass up in the air, her face smeared with mud, AND she’s holding out a cup of worms she dug for you… This is the stuff country boys dream about.

Conoscevo già quel miraggio. Quei momenti sfavillanti. Ma per ciascuno di essi c’era un prezzo da pagare. Guardarsi indietro non portava alcun conforto, solo dolore. Il ricordo della luce faceva apparire il presente persino più oscuro. Dall’altra parte della soglia mi aspettava il dolore. Perché dall’altra parte non esisteva che quello. Dovevo proteggermi. Avrei voluto poter dormire. Avrei voluto poter smettere di pensare. Ma la mia mente era sempre stata nemica di se stessa

Vedi quest’uomo seduto qui? Una volta era un bambino, un bambino che era stato mandato via, allontanato dal padre che amava, dalla famiglia che amava, dalla casa in cui era nato e che amava. Era stato mandato via dal Paese che amava, spedito senza alcun riguardo in un Paese che non conosceva, a costruirsi la vita fra estranei. Gettato via come spazzatura. Pensi che questo uomo, che una volta era un bambino, costringerebbe la donna che ama più di chiunque altro al mondo a dare via il suo? Non in un milione di anni, mai. Daphne, il bambino che porti nel ventre è un Ingham e io sono sia Ingham sia Stanton. E che sia dannato se a far crescere questo bambino non sarò io stesso.»

Le droghe mi facevano un effetto anche peggiore dell’alcol ma, per certi versi, erano molto meglio. Quello che tenevo tra le mani era un piccolo pezzo di felicità. Artificiale, sì. Effimera, sì. Ma non ero sicuro che ne esistesse un altro tipo. E bisognava accontentarsi di ciò che passava il convento. Stavo prendendo in giro me stesso, fingendo di poter resistere come se avessi avuto scelta. Ma la verità era che avrei pagato di buon grado qualunque prezzo pur di sentirmi… meglio. Presente a me stesso. Umano. Vivo. Qualsiasi cosa.

Be my date for Dylan's party, Moe. Me and You, please. I miss us

come closer. “I would like to humbly ask you to discuss

—Eres un bicho raro. —Rió nerviosamente. —¡Se necesita a uno para conocer a otro!

Maybe your true self only thrives in the accompaniment of the one made to bring it out in you.

Which do you think should take more time, bad acts or good ones? Earning trust seems more time-worthy than breaking it to me. What’s that they say, love is patient?

When you think you’ve shown her enough that you love her, cherished her, treated her like a queen,

As you get older, the adults you love get older, the problems get bigger and less fixable, and the pain gets worse.

Well, there goes that safety net. You know what they say—take care of your woman or another man will. I don’t even know how

Guys may be oblivious to, well, almost everything, but you can’t tell me they don’t know what the shirtless, barefoot thing does to a woman.

Girding my loins, I think, do women have loins and can they be girded or is that only a guy thing? Summoning my courage,

I’ll have the corny with a side of corny please.

Sawyer laughs and wraps a ginormous arm around my shoulder. “Gidge, dogs are all well and good, and it’s true that men like them, but he’d rather have a kitty. Your kitty.

Use your words, Keaton. More than three, please.” A

«Che accidenti di problema hai? Come puoi legarti a me se sono sempre con un piede fuori dalla porta?» «Non lo so. Senti, bambi, lo so che pensi che sono un po’ superficiale, e probabilmente lo sono, a essere onesto, ma non penso che sarà facile, e non penso che andrà sempre tutto bene. Ma anche se non andrà sempre tutto bene, mi sta bene uguale, perché le cose non vanno sempre bene, è così che funziona. E penso che comunque non ha senso preoccuparsi per cose che magari non succederanno mai.» «Oh, Dio,» mugugnai. «È tornato il saggio Yoda.» «Già.»

My whole life, my heart beat half this fast, no fire in my belly. With you—it’s like an inferno, every part of me burning, alive and excited. I can’t wait to wake up every morning to spend the day with you. Three weeks, three hours—I’ll still feel this way in thirty-three years. I know it like I know stars will always fall and it will always rain, somewhere, every day.

no other man smells of sex, sin, and sweetness like Sutton Ellis — red-blooded, clean, aroused man, and I’m light-headed from the aroma. He tastes of salt, sweat, soap, and scandal; a luscious mix for which I hunger. His neck, muscles bulging with tension, jawline, slight stubble abrading my tongue, hands, those big, capable hands, flexing in and out on my hips… he’s perfection.

Nemmeno con tutta la terapia del mondo avrei imparato ad affrontare in modo razionale i miei periodi di crisi, così li temevo. Li temevo con un istinto animalesco e primordiale, come il terrore del buio o l’impulso di ritrarsi dal fuoco. In tutti quegli anni avevo imparato una sola cosa: la depressione è sempre lì, in agguato. Non ha inizio né fine, né limiti, non esiste un altro mondo al di fuori di essa. È la prima, l’ultima, l’unica, l’alfa e l’omega. I ricordi di tempi migliori muoiono sulle sue spiagge desolate. Le voci annegano nei suoi mari. La mente diventa prigioniera di se stessa.

forget. Always keep your memory free and clear to remember back to how you feel right now. And if all else fails,” he stops our walk to the backyard and grasps both my cheeks, “call your daddy. He’ll fix it.

È proprio brutto quando qualcuno ti manca in quel modo. Pensi di aver accettato che non faccia più parte della tua vita, che la sofferenza sia finita e poi bam. Basta una piccola cosa ed è come se lo avessi perso di nuovo.

«Non sono qui perché sono a pezzi, sono qui perché mi sento completo. Problematico, probabilmente immeritevole, ma completo. Non ho bisogno di te, ma ti voglio. Ti voglio.» La mia voce si era fatta roca in modo imbarazzante. «Da morire. E…» Un altro respiro, un altro respiro. «Forse ti amo. O potrei amarti. O potrei arrivare ad amarti.» Avvertii un brusco capogiro, come se fossi sul punto di svenire o se stessi perdendo sangue dal naso. «Occhessoio.» «Oh, bambi,» disse Darian sorridendo, «sei un sacco romanico.» Rimasi a fissarlo, stordito e terrorizzato. «Oh, Dio. Allora è vero. Mi sa che ti amo. Ti amo sul serio.» Risi, non senza una punta di isteria. «Ti amo.» «Già.» Darian annuì con espressione saggia. «Io l’avevo pensato che eri innamorato di me. E poi ho pensato di no. E poi ho pensato che non lo eri per niente. E poi ho pensato di nuovo che lo eri. È tutt’apposto, bambi.»

A break, finally. New, fresh, focused. My chance to really make a dent. Thank you, aligned stars; thank you, ray of light shining down upon me. Take it, scared girl. Take the chance to do great things. Pave your path and walk it, head high.

That’s what I said. Found ‘em in the attic one day, they were my grandpa’s. Figured what the hell, did it once, then it became habit. And I gotta say, Hen, pretty disappointed in ya. Who doesn’t try skinny dipping at least once?” He shakes his head with a tsk. “Me,

Butterflies have very short lives. The minute they reach their full potential, become what they were meant to be, their clock is ticking,” I explain. “If they’d never emerged, never taken flight, they’d have postponed their end. So technically, their quest for life kills them.

Enough of my excuses,” he continued, “and please, daughter, as you grow into a fine young woman, try not to make them. If you know the bottom’s safe—jump. If you know it’s returned—love. If you really want it—fairly take it. If you run, do it till your lungs burn. Laugh until your cheeks ache. And forgive, as you’ll always want to be forgiven. I didn’t say forget, and certainly your spirit won’t allow for you to be a doormat, but forgive. Ask yourself, always, if they die tonight…was I really that mad? The answer will almost always be no, so act accordingly.

Never give your body to another. It’s a fleeting, hollow replacement and the guilt and pain lasts much longer than the tryst. Communicate, talk, write a note, text, call, fly a banner behind a plane, but never try to mask one problem with another. Drink socially, if you’d like, but never to

Fleaver, babe?” he asks Landry. Again, what did he just say? Rhett groans. “I’m already sorry, and I apologize to the whole table in advance, but I just have to know. What the hell does fleaver mean?” “You know, when a woman’s sitting down and farts?” Jarrett looks at Rhett incredulously, positive everyone knows random stuff like this. “If they’re on their ass, especially if their pants are tight, sometimes a fart is forced in a new direction and fluffs its way up their beaver. A fleaver.” He puts up either “ta-da” or “duh” hands—I’m not sure which. “It gives ‘em a shocking lil’ tickle, like oh, ahhhh.

Quell’uomo era davvero capace di rendermi felice e, forse, io avevo il potere di fare altrettanto per lui. Non molto tempo prima, la semplice idea di poter avere un impatto sulla vita di qualcun altro mi avrebbe terrorizzato. Ora desideravo soltanto di meritare quella fiducia. Darian aveva agito come se non avesse paura della sofferenza che avrei potuto causargli. O, meglio, come se pensasse che valesse la pena rischiare per me. E io ero stato troppo spaventato, troppo smarrito, per riconoscere il suo coraggio e la sua generosità. Cos’è che aveva detto? Capita a tutti di essere tristi. Be’, adesso era il mio turno di aprirgli il mio cuore e di permettergli di respingermi, se era questo che voleva. Di sicuro sarei stato in grado di sopportare un po’ di dolore per lui, no? Per qualcuno che – per pochi, fulgidi istanti – mi aveva aiutato a ricordare cosa significasse essere umani, felici e pieni di speranza

What's the rule, Conner?" I jostle his leg. "Huh? Tell me the rule." Still shaken and ashamed, he doesn't answer, so I do it for him. "You win and every other motherfucker loses, right?" "Right," he grunts from his hiding spot, Rhett rubbing his back and smiling at me. "Who's the winner?" "I'm the winner.

«Che cosa credevate di fare?» Eleanor, un po’ stupita e un po’ offesa, lo guardò come se non credesse a ciò che lui le aveva appena fatto. «Mi sembrava di essere stata chiara a Clifton Hall, dovete lasciarmi in pace!» «E allora vattene!» Ashton l’aggredì all’improvviso, esausto. Disperato. Tutta quella smania, quella voglia di lei... Di quella donna che faceva male al cuore... Lo capì con chiarezza, una realtà distruttiva e logorante: Eleanor White lo avrebbe sempre respinto, allo stesso modo in cui non avrebbe mai smesso di rifiutare il desiderio che Ashton nutriva nei suoi confronti. Lui invece sarebbe rimasto schiavo di quella serva e della voglia che lo stava logorando istante dopo istante, solo. Perduto. Senza speranza. «VATTENE!»

«È come battere le palpebre, hai presente? Una di quelle cose che fai senza doverci pensare.» Scossi la testa. «Per la maggior parte della gente, forse. Per me è un impegno quotidiano che a volte non mi sento di portare avanti. Ma odio averci provato. Odio non esserci riuscito. Queste cicatrici non sono qui per ricordarmi il meraviglioso momento in cui ho scelto la vita. Rappresentano un fallimento bello e buono. Se fosse dipeso da me, non sarei qui.»I suoi occhi erano fissi sui miei. Nel cerchio di luce disegnato dalla mia lampada, erano di un azzurro tendente al verde. Era come guardare il cielo mentre nuotavi sott’acqua. «Lo pensi serio, bambi?»Aprii la bocca per rispondere, ma non potevo ricambiare tutta quell’onestà, tutta quella speranza e generosità, con una bugia che avrebbe reso più semplici le cose per me. «A volte,» ammisi infine. «Ma non sempre. Sarebbe stato molto più semplice, però…» Deglutii. «Immagino mi sarei perso dei bei momenti.» Era strano – forse terribile –, ma per qualche ragione trovavo più semplice parlare del desiderio di morire che di quello di vivere. «Non sono dei momenti che avrei pensato di volere,» continuai. «A volte penso siano molto brevi. Come il crepitio delle foglie autunnali. Il profumo del Lapsang. E forse anche scrivere. E come te, Darian.»

La 18.20, Cotter l-a contactat pe Hall si i-a spus ca Jan Arnold sunase din Christchurch si astepta sa i se faca legatura. - Imediat, a spus Rob.Am gura uscata. Vreau sa inghit niste zapada inainte sa vorbesc cu ea. A revenit putin mai tarziu si a spus incet, cu o voce sparta si foarte distorsionata: - Buna, draga mea. Sper ca esti in pat si ca ti-e cald. Ce faci? - Nu pot sa-ti spun cat ma gandesc la tine! a raspuns Arnold. Pari mult mai bine decat ma asteptam. Ti-e cald dragule? - Avand in vedere altitudinea si imprejurimile, mi-e destul de bine, a spus Hall, facand tot posibilul sa nu o ingrijoreze. - Cum iti sunt picioarele? - Nu mi-am dat jos bocancii ca sa ma uit, dar cred ca am niste degeraturi. - De-abia astept sa te fac bine dupa ce vii acasa, a spus Arnold. Sunt convinsa ca o sa fii salvat. Sa nu te simti singur. Iti trimit toate gandurile mele bune! - Te iubesc. Somn usor, draga mea. Te rog sa nu-ti faci prea multe griji, i-a spus Hall sotiei sale inainte sa inchida. Acestea au fost ultimele cuvinte pe care le-am auzit de la el. (ultima convorbire dintre Rob Hall si sotia sa)

Dejando a un lado la cuestión de la genialidad de los representantes del pueblo, considérese simplemente el carácter complejo de los problemas pendientes de solución, aparte de los ramos diferentes de actividad en que deben adoptarse decisiones, y se comprenderá entonces la incapacidad de un sistema de gobierno que pone la facultad de la decisión final en manos de una asamblea, entre cuyos componentes sólo muy pocos poseen los conocimientos y la experiencia requeridos en los asuntos a tratar. Pues así como las más importantes medidas en materia económica resultan sometidas a un foro cuyos miembros, en sus nueve décimas partes, carecen de la preparación necesaria. Lo mismo ocurre con otros problemas, dejando siempre la decisión en manos de una mayoría compuesta de ignorantes e incapaces, pues la organización de esa institución permanece inalterada, al paso que los problemas que en ella son tratados se extienden a todos los ámbitos de la vida pública. Es completamente imposible que los mismos hombres que tratan de asuntos de transportes se ocupen, por ejemplo, de una cuestión de alta política exterior. Sería preciso que todos fuesen genios universales, los que tan sólo de siglo en siglo aparecen. Infelizmente, se trata no de verdaderas "cabezas" pero sí de diletantes, tan vulgares que incluso están convencidos de su valor. De ahí proviene también la ligereza con que frecuentemente estos señores deliberan y resuelven cuestiones que serían motivo de honda reflexión aun para los más esclarecidos talentos. Allí se adoptan medidas de enorme trascendencia para el futuro de un Estado como si no se tratase de los destinos de toda una nacionalidad, sino solamente de una partida de naipes, que es lo que resultaría más propio de tales políticos. Sería naturalmente injusto creer que todo diputado de un parlamento semejante se halle dotado de tan escasa noción de responsabilidad. No. De ningún modo. Pero, el caso es que tal sistema, forzando al individuo a ocuparse de cuestiones que no conoce, lo corrompe paulatinamente. Nadie tiene allí el valor de decir: "Señores, creo que no entendemos nada de este asunto; yo al menos no tengo ni idea". Esta actitud tampoco modificaría nada porque, aparte de que una prueba tal de sinceridad quedaría totalmente incomprendida, no por un tonto honrado se resignarían los demás a sacrificar su juego. Quien, además, conoce a los hombres, comprende que en una sociedad tan ilustre nadie quiere ser el más tonto y, en ciertos círculos, honestidad es siempre sinónimo de estupidez. Así es como el representante aún sincero es obligado forzosamente al camino de la mentira y de la falsedad. Justamente la convicción de que la reacción individual poco o nada modificaría, mata cualquier impulso sincero que por ventura surja en uno u otro. A fin de cuentas, se convencerá de que, personalmente, lejos está de ser el primero entre los otros y que con su colaboración tal vez impida males mayores.

También el hombre que haya llegado a los 30 años tendrá aún mucho que aprender en el curso de su vida, pero esto únicamente a manera de una complementación dentro del marco determinado por la concepción ideológica adoptada en principio. Los nuevos conocimientos que adquiera no significarán una innovación de lo ya aprendido, sino más bien un proceso de acrecentamiento de su saber, de tal modo que sus adeptos jamás tendrán la decepcionante impresión de haber sido mal orientados; por el contrario, el visible desarrollo de la personalidad del Jefe provocará complacencia en la convicción de que el perfeccionamiento de éste refluye en favor de la propia doctrina. Ante sus ojos, esto constituye una prueba de la certeza del criterio hasta aquel momento sostenido. Un Jefe que se vea obligado a abandonar la plataforma de su ideología general por haberse dado cuenta que ésta era falsa, obrará honradamente sólo cuando, reconociendo lo erróneo de su criterio, se halle dispuesto a asumir todas las consecuencias. En tal caso deberá por lo menos renunciar a toda actuación política ulterior, pues, habiendo errado ya una vez en puntos de vista fundamentales, está expuesto por una segunda vez al mismo peligro. De todos modos ha perdido ya el derecho de recurrir, y menos aun de exigir la confianza de sus conciudadanos. El grado de corrupción de la plebe, que por ahora se siente habilitada para "hacer" política, evidencia cuán rara vez se sabe responder en los tiempos actuales a una prueba tal de decoro personal.

En arrivant à Albany, nous nous rendîmes directement vers un grand bâtiment moderne. Avec ses nombreuses vitres, son grand hall et ses standardistes, il ressemblait à n'importe quel immeuble de bureaux et collait parfaitement avec l'aménagement urbain de ce quartier de la ville. J'imaginais que c'était exactement l'effet escompté par les potioneuses qui mettaient un point d'honneur à ne jamais se faire remarquer par les humains depuis la sombre époque des chasses aux sorcières organisées par l’Église catholique en Europe. - Tu es certaine que c'est là ? - Tu t'attendait à quoi ? A une vieille bâtisse au fond d'un cimetière ? - Pourquoi un cimetière ? Les potioneuses ne communiquent pas avec les esprits que je sache ? Je levai les yeux au ciel. - C'est fou ce que tu peux être vieux jeu parfois, tu sais ? - J'ai le droit de trouver que ça manque d'originalité, tout de même ? - Pas la peine d'épiloguer là-dessus, de toute façon je vais le cramer. Elle me jeta un regard surpris. - Quoi ? - Ben l'immeuble, je vais le cramer, répondis-je. - Rebecca, c'est pas parce que je trouve qu'un édifice a un style d'architecture un peu trop banal ou aseptisé à mon goût qu’il faut te sentir obligée de l'incendier... souligna-t-elle tandis que je sortais de la voiture en riant. Dix minutes plus tard, le grimoire était en cendre, l'immeuble en flammes et le conseil des Huit entièrement décimé.

The ridge of the Lammer-muir hills... consists of primary micaceous schistus, and extends from St Abb's head westward... The sea-coast affords a transverse section of this alpine tract at its eastern extremity, and exhibits the change from the primary to the secondary strata... Dr HUTTON wished particularly to examine the latter of these, and on this occasion Sir JAMES HALL and I had the pleasure to accompany him. We sailed in a boat from Dunglass ... We made for a high rocky point or head-land, the SICCAR ... On landing at this point, we found that we actually trode [sic] on the primeval rock... It is here a micaceous schistus, in beds nearly vertical, highly indurated, and stretching from S.E. to N. W. The surface of this rock... has thin covering of red horizontal sandstone laid over it, ... Here, therefore, the immediate contact of the two rocks is not only visible, but is curiously dissected and laid open by the action of the waves... On us who saw these phenomena for the first time, the impression will not easily be forgotten. The palpable evidence presented to us, of one of the most extraordinary and important facts in the natural history of the earth, gave a reality and substance to those theoretical speculations, which, however probable had never till now been directly authenticated by the testimony of the senses... What clearer evidence could we have had of the different formation of these rocks, and of the long interval which separated their formation, had we actually seen them emerging from the bosom of the deep? ... The mind seemed to grow giddy by looking so far into the abyss of time; and while we listened with earnestness and admiration to the philosopher who was now unfolding to us the order and series of these wonderful events, we became sensible how much farther reason may sometimes go than imagination can venture to follow.