Siam Quotes

Noi siam venuti al loco ov'i' t'ho detto che tu vedrai le genti dolorose c'hanno perduto il ben de l'intelletto. We to the place have come, where I have told thee Thou shalt behold the people dolorous Who have foregone the good of intellect.

History flung the accents on our names into the water when it took us across the Gulf of Siam thirty years ago.

They don't believe in anything either. You and your like are trying to make a war with the help of people who just aren't interested." "They don't want communism." "They want enough rice," I said. "They don't want to be shot at. They want one day to be much the same as another. They don't want our white skins around telling them what they want." "If Indochina goes--" "I know that record. Siam goes. Malaya goes. Indonesia goes. What does 'go' mean? If I believed in your God and another life, I'd bet my future harp against your golden crown that in five hundred years there may be no New York or London, but they'll be growing paddy in these fields, they'll be carrying their produce to market on long poles, wearing their pointed hats. The small boys will be sitting on the buffaloes. I like the buffaloes, they don't like our smell, the smell of Europeans.

I use the term ‘POC’ because it is a convenient way to group all non-whites together without having to go to the trouble of identifying their differences. Needless to say, this is particularly helpful when it comes to oriental countries like Japan, China and Siam, whose citizens are pretty much indistinguishable.

Kesombongan dan kelemahan adalah kembar siam.

Lotus of Siam," Shepard says. "It sounds like a temple. "It might be code," Baz says. Penny's on her phone. "It's a Thai restaurant...in a strip mall.

Remember Barbara It rained all day on Brest that day And you walked smiling Flushed enraptured streaming-wet In the rain Remember Barbara It rained all day on Brest that day And I ran into you in Siam Street You were smiling And I smiled too Remember Barbara You whom I didn't know You who didn't know me Remember Remember that day still Don't forget A man was taking cover on a porch And he cried your name Barbara And you ran to him in the rain Streaming-wet enraptured flushed And you threw yourself in his arms Remember that Barbara And don't be mad if I speak familiarly I speak familiarly to everyone I love Even if I've seen them only once I speak familiarly to all who are in love Even if I don't know them Remember Barbara Don't forget That good and happy rain On your happy face On that happy town That rain upon the sea Upon the arsenal Upon the Ushant boat Oh Barbara What shitstupidity the war Now what's become of you Under this iron rain Of fire and steel and blood And he who held you in his arms Amorously Is he dead and gone or still so much alive Oh Barbara It's rained all day on Brest today As it was raining before But it isn't the same anymore And everything is wrecked It's a rain of mourning terrible and desolate Nor is it still a storm Of iron and steel and blood But simply clouds That die like dogs Dogs that disappear In the downpour drowning Brest And float away to rot A long way off A long long way from Brest Of which there's nothing left.

70,000 to 100,000 births; twins joined at the head occur only once in 2 to 2.5 million births. Siamese twins received their name because of the birthplace (Siam) of Chang and Eng (1811 - 1874) whom P.T. Barnum exhibited across America and Europe. Most cranio pagus Siamese twins die at birth or shortly afterward. So far as we know, not more than 50 attempts had previously been made to separate such twins. Of those, less than ten operations have resulted in two fully normal children. Aside from the skill of the operating surgeons, the success depends largely on how much and what kind of tissue the babies share. Occipital cranio pugus twins (such as the Binders) had never before been separated with both surviving.

siam forti quando siamo risoluti e pronti a morire

Dormi a lungo, dormi bene, di destarsi ancor non è il momento. Anche tu imparerai dal patimento, mentre il dì smorza l’ultimo bagliore, che siam fatti d’amore, lutti, lacrime e dolore

The slightest nudge can send a fruit pyramid collapsing into ruin. Perhaps this is why there is so little ancient architecture and art left in the world. Perhaps ancient fat people bumped into buildings and statues and made them fall. Perhaps this is the real reason Rome fell

Japan held some 132,000 POWs from America, Britain, Canada, New Zealand, Holland, and Australia. Of those, nearly 36,000 died, more than one in every four.*1 Americans fared particularly badly; of the 34,648 Americans held by Japan, 12,935—more than 37 percent—died.*2 By comparison, only 1 percent of Americans held by the Nazis and Italians died. Japan murdered thousands of POWs on death marches, and worked thousands of others to death in slavery, including some 16,000 POWs who died alongside as many as 100,000 Asian laborers forced to build the Burma-Siam Railway. Thousands of other POWs were beaten, burned, stabbed, or clubbed to death, shot, beheaded, killed during medical experiments, or eaten alive in ritual acts of cannibalism. And as a result of being fed grossly inadequate and befouled food and water, thousands more died of starvation and easily preventable diseases. Of the 2,500 POWs at Borneo’s Sandakan camp, only 6, all escapees, made it to September 1945 alive. Left out of the numbing statistics are untold numbers of men who were captured and killed on the spot or dragged to places like Kwajalein, to be murdered without the world ever learning their fate.

...when we were walking through Angkor War, I found myself wondering about what is lost when one culture is systematically annihilated so another can thrive in the name of progress. Think about it, what might have happened if Cambodia hadn't eventually been taken over by Siam and then France - what the Cambodians could offer the world if they're given the opportunity to follow through with what they're meant to become.

Perhaps, she had dreamed, she would teach some future King, shaping his child mind for a new and better world.

He searched for words to poison the shaft of his disdain.

Places where you've faced many problems can evoke sadness when revisited. So, try to avoid such spots, move forward, and chase your dreams!

She would, on the birthday of Christ, allow herself what she called "an extra helping of prayer." At the time of the Civil War, she would pray for peace. Always, she asked God to spare me and my father. But at Christmas, she talked to God as if He were Clerk of the Acts in the Office of Public Works. She prayed for cleaner air in London. She prayed that our chimneys would not fall over in the January winds; she prayed that our neighbour, Mister Simkins, would attend to his cesspit, so that it would cease its overflow into ours. She prayed that Amos Treefeller would not slip and drown "going down the public steps to the river at Blackfriars, which are much neglected and covered in slime, Lord." And she prayed, of course, that plague would not come. As a child, she allowed me to ask God to grant me things for which my heart longed. I would reply that my heart longed for a pair of skates made of bone or for a kitten from Siam. And we would sit by the fire, the two of us, praying. And then we would eat a lardy cake, which my mother had baked herself, and ever since that time the taste of lardy cake has had about it the taste of prayer.

The kings of Siam are said to have ruined obnoxious countries by presenting them with white elephants that had to be maintained at vast expense. Receiving aid is not just like receiving an elephant but like making love to an elephant; there is no pleasure in it, you run the risk of being crushed and it takes years before you see the results. Aid is twice cursed: it curses him who gives and him who receives.

It came with a stirring of the conviction that was never to leave her: that human being, whatever his color or creed or sex, had certain inalienable rights which other human beings had no right to violate.

Era vanjos si viu, trupul, in toata goliciunea lui de femeie de douazeci de ani, tare, dar fara niciun os aparent, ca al felinelor. Pielea neteda si alba avea luciri de sidef. Toate liniile incepeau, fara sa se vada cum, asa ca ale lebedei, din ocoluri. Sanii robusti, din cauza mainii mele petrecute pe sub talie, prelungeau gratios, ca niste fructe oferite, cosul pieptului, ca sub ei, spre pantec, caderea sa fie brusca. Picioarele aveau coapsele tari, abia lipite inauntru cand erau alaturi, lung arcuite in afara, din sold la genunchi, ca si cand feminitatea ei ar fi fost intre doua paranteze fine, prelungi. Cu toata inversunarea impotrivirii, mi-am apropiat gura de a ei, dar cand am simtit-o moale si buna ca un miez bun de fruct, i-am dat dintr-o data drumul si-am sarit in mijlocul dormitorului, ca de frica unui sarpe. S-a ridicat infuriata, apriga, in genunchi si in aceeasi clipa mi-a zburat in cap cartea... si de abia am avut timp sa ma feresc, caci flaconul cu apa de colonia de pe masa a zburat si el, prabusind in spatele meu o etajera cu vasul de flori cu tot, facandu-se cioburi. Daca ma lovea, nu stiu ce s-ar fi putut intampla. M-ar fi desfigurat, poate m-ar fi ucis chiar. Era fara indoiala un paroxism, o unda de nebunie in furia ei, caci avea in joc aceeasi frenezie ca animalele din jungla. Niciodata n-o iubeam atat de mult ca in asemenea clipe si ar fi putut sa ma omoare, dar la ispita asta n-as fi renuntat. E ceea ce n-am intalnit niciodata la o femeie, aceasta impresie de a te juca pasionat cu o pantera intaratata.

Though in many natural objects, whiteness refiningly enhances beauty, as if imparting some special virtue of its own, as in marbles, japonicas, and pearls; and though various nations have in some way recognised a certain royal preeminence in this hue; even the barbaric, grand old kings of Pegu placing the title “Lord of the White Elephants” above all their other magniloquent ascriptions of dominion; and the modern kings of Siam unfurling the same snow-white quadruped in the royal standard; and the Hanoverian flag bearing the one figure of a snow-white charger; and the great Austrian Empire, Caesarian, heir to overlording Rome, having for the imperial color the same imperial hue; and though this pre-eminence in it applies to the human race itself, giving the white man ideal mastership over every dusky tribe; and though, besides, all this, whiteness has been even made significant of gladness, for among the Romans a white stone marked a joyful day; and though in other mortal sympathies and symbolizings, this same hue is made the emblem of many touching, noble things— the innocence of brides, the benignity of age; though among the Red Men of America the giving of the white belt of wampum was the deepest pledge of honor; though in many climes, whiteness typifies the majesty of Justice in the ermine of the Judge, and contributes to the daily state of kings and queens drawn by milk-white steeds; though even in the higher mysteries of the most august religions it has been made the symbol of the divine spotlessness and power; by the Persian fire worshippers, the white forked flame being held the holiest on the altar; and in the Greek mythologies, Great Jove himself being made incarnate in a snow-white bull; and though to the noble Iroquois, the midwinter sacrifice of the sacred White Dog was by far the holiest festival of their theology, that spotless, faithful creature being held the purest envoy they could send to the Great Spirit with the annual tidings of their own fidelity; and though directly from the Latin word for white, all Christian priests derive the name of one part of their sacred vesture, the alb or tunic, worn beneath the cassock; and though among the holy pomps of the Romish faith, white is specially employed in the celebration of the Passion of our Lord; though in the Vision of St. John, white robes are given to the redeemed, and the four-and-twenty elders stand clothed in white before the great-white throne, and the Holy One that sitteth there white like wool; yet for all these accumulated associations, with whatever is sweet, and honorable, and sublime, there yet lurks an elusive something in the innermost idea of this hue, which strikes more of panic to the soul than that redness which affrights in blood.

Per me si va ne la città dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra lá perdura gente. Giustizia mosse il mio alto fattore; fecemi la divina podestate, la somma sapïenza e'l primo amoré. Dinanzi a me bom fuor cose create se non etterne, e io etterna duro. Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate. Queste parole di colore escuro vid'io scritte al sommo d'una porta; per ch'io: 'Maestro, il senso lor m'è duro'. Ed elli a me, come persona accorta: 'Qui si convien lasciare ogne sospetto; ogne viltà convien che qui sia morta. Noi siam venuti al loco ov' i' t'ho dentro che tu vedrai le genti dolorosa c'hanno perduto il ben de l'intelletto. E poi che la sua mano a la mia puose com lieto volto, ond'io mi confortai, mi mise dentro a le segrete cose.

Non più dunque agli uomini mi rivolgo, ma a te Dio di tutti gli esseri, di tutti i mondi e di tutti i tempi. Se è permesso a deboli creature perdute nell’immensità e impercettibili al resto dell’universo osar domandare qualcosa a te, a te che hai dato tutto, a te i cui decreti sono immutabili quanto eterni, degnati di guardar con misericordia gli errori legati alla nostra natura. Che questi errori non generino le nostre sventure. Tu non ci hai dato un cuore perché noi ci odiassimo, né delle mani perché ci scannassimo. Fa che ci aiutiamo l’un l’altro a sopportare il fardello d’una esistenza penosa e passeggera. Che le piccole diversità tra i vestiti che coprono i nostri deboli corpi, tra tutte le nostre lingue insufficienti, tra tutti i nostri usi ridicoli, tra tutte le nostre leggi imperfette, tra tutte le nostre opinioni insensate, tra tutte le nostre condizioni ai nostri occhi così diverse l’una dall’altra, e così uguali davanti a te; che tutte le piccole sfumature che distinguono questi atomi chiamati uomini non siano segnali di odio e di persecuzione; che coloro i quali accendono ceri in pieno mezzogiorno per celebrarti sopportino coloro che si accontentano della luce del tuo sole; che coloro i quali coprono la veste loro di una tela bianca per dire che bisogna amarti non detestino coloro che dicono la stessa cosa portando un mantello di lana nera;che sia uguale adorarti in un gergo proveniente da una lingua morta, o in un gergo più nuovo; che coloro il cui abito è tinto di rosso o di violetto, che dominano su una piccola parte di un piccolo mucchio di fango di questo mondo e che posseggono alcuni frammenti arrotondati di un certo metallo, godano senza orgoglio di ciò che essi chiamano grandezza e ricchezza, e che gli altri guardino a costoro senza invidia;perché tu sai che nulla vi è in queste cose vane, né che sia da invidiare né che possa inorgoglire. Possano tutti gli uomini ricordarsi che sono fratelli! Che essi abbiano in orrore la tirannide esercitata sugli animi, così come esecrano il brigantaggio che strappa con la forza il frutto del lavoro e dell’industria pacifica! Se i flagelli della guerra sono inevitabili, non odiamoci però, non laceriamoci a vicenda quando regna la pace e impieghiamo l’istante della nostra esistenza per benedire ugualmente, in mille lingue diverse, dal Siam sino alla California, la tua bontà che questo istante ci ha dato

The city of Gregoria was ahead. The boys were sleeping, and I was alone in my eternity at the wheel, and the road ran straight as an arrow. Not like driving across Carolina, or Texas, or Arizona, or Illinois; but like driving across the world and into the places where we would finally learn ourselves among the Fellahin Indians of the world, the essential strain of the basic primitive, wailing humanity that stretches in a belt around the equatorial belly of the world from Malaya (the long fingernail of China) to India the great subcontinent to Arabia to Morocco to the selfsame deserts and jungles of Mexico and over the waves to Polynesia to mystic Siam of the Yellow Robe and on around, on around, so that you hear the same mournful wail by the rotted walls of Cádiz, Spain, that you hear 12,000 miles around in the depths of Benares the Capital of the World.

I may add as a fourth reason, which diminishes the authority of prodigies, that there is no testimony for any, even those which have not been expressly detected, that is not opposed by an infinite number of witnesses; so that not only the miracle destroys the credit of testimony, but the testimony destroys itself. To make this the better understood, let us consider, that, in matters of religion, whatever is different is contrary; and that it is impossible the religions of ancient Rome, of Turkey, of Siam, and of China should, all of them, be established on any solid foundation. Every miracle, therefore, pretended to have been wrought in any of these religions (and all of them abound in miracles), as its direct scope is to establish the particular system to which it is attributed; so has it the same force, though more indirectly, to overthrow every other system. In destroying a rival system, it likewise destroys the credit of those miracles, on which that system was established; so that all the prodigies of different religions are to be regarded as contrary facts, and the evidences of these prodigies, whether weak or strong, as opposite to each other. According to this method of reasoning, when we believe any miracle of Mahomet or his successors, we have for our warrant the testimony of a few barbarous Arabians: And on the other hand, we are to regard the authority of Titus Livius, Plutarch, Tacitus, and, in short, of all the authors and witnesses, Grecian, Chinese, and Roman Catholic, who have related any miracle in their particular religion; I say, we are to regard their testimony in the same light as if they had mentioned that Mahometan miracle, and had in express terms contradicted it, with the same certainty as they have for the miracle they relate. This argument may appear over subtle and refined; but is not in reality different from the reasoning of a judge, who supposes, that the credit of two witnesses, maintaining a crime against any one, is destroyed by the testimony of two others, who affirm him to have been two hundred leagues distant, at the same instant when the crime is said to have been committed.

Perhaps nuns felt like this, she thought, when they passed within convent walls and left the glitter of the world behind. But their renunciation was of the will, while circumstances beyond her control had stripped her of the people who meant everything to her. And yet was it not possible that they had endured the same impoverishment, so that when the glory that was life had become husks they found it good to exchange those dead things for service and whatever vicarious happiness could be salvaged? Maybe selflessness was only selfishness on another level.

Nu cunosteam cantecul, nu-l auzisem niciodata inainte si nu-l voi mai auzi niciodata. Imi amintesc doar ca era vorba de niste lamai sau portocali, nu mai stiu precis, si pentru mine asta-i un succes, c-am retinut ca era vorba de lamai, sau de portocali, caci din alte cantece pe care le-auzisem in viata mea, si-am auzit destule, caci este fizic imposibil s-ar zice, sa traiesti, chiar si asa cum traiam eu, fara sa auzi cantecele, exceptandu-i pe surzi, nu retinusem absolut nimic, niciun cuvant, nicio nota, sau atat de putine cuvinte, atat de putine note ca, ca ce, ca nimic, fraza asta a durat destul.

Daca vrei ca un om sa fie fericit politiceste, nu-i infatisa doua laturi ale unei probleme, caci s-ar framanta, prezinta-i o singura latura, sau chiar nici una, e si mai bine. Lasa-l sa uite c-ar exista primejdia razboiului. Daca guvernul e incapabil, birocratic si ahtiat de impozite, lasa-l sa ramana asa, decat sa-i faci pe oameni sa se necajeasca din pricina asta. Avem nevoie de liniste, Montag. Da-le oamenilor concursuri la care castiga cei care-si aduc aminte cuvintele celor mai polulare cantece, sau de numele capitalelor diferitelor state, sau de recolta de porumb obtinuta in Iowa acum un an. Umple-le mintea cu date ne-inflamabile, impaneaza-le-o cu “fapte” pana ajung sa se simta ghiftuiti, dar grozav de “informati”; atunci au sa-si inchipuie ca gandesc, au sa aiba iluzia miscarii, fara sa se miste. Si-au sa fie fericiti, deoarece “faptele” de acest gen raman neschimbate. Nu trebuie sa le dai vreo materie nesigura, ca filozofia sau sociologia, cu care sa incerce sa-si explice lucrurile. I-ar apuca stenahoria. Orice om capabil sa monteze si sa demonteze un perete de televiziune – si mai toti oamenii sunt capabili acum de asa ceva – este mai fericit decat un om care icearca sa sa masoare, sa fixeze in calcule si ecuatii universul, ce nu se lasa masurat si calculat fara a-l face pe om sa se simta singur ca un animal. Stiu prea bine ca asa se intampla, fiindca am incercat eu insumi. La naiba cu toate astea! Traiasca seratele si cluburile, acrobatii si magicienii, petrecaretii, limuzinele cu reactie, elicopterele-motociclete, pornografia si stupefiantele, tot ce poate simula reflexele automate. Daca piesa e de proasta calitate, daca filmul nu spune nimic, daca spectacolul e lipsit de miez, faceti-mi o injectie cu theremina, si-am sa cred ca piesa ma emotioneaza, desi in realitate va fi doar o reactie tactila la o anumita vibratie. Nu-mi pasa, imi lace sa ma distrez copios!

Our supposed leader was Miss Joyce, who had been working as a civil servant in the department since its foundation forty-five years earlier in 1921. She was sixty-three years old and, like my late adoptive mother Maude, was a compulsive smoker, favouring Chesterfield Regulars (Red), which she imported from the United States in boxes of one hundred at a time and stored in an elegantly carved wooden box on her desk with an illustration of the King of Siam on the lid. Although our office was not much given to personal memorabilia, she kept two posters pinned to the wall beside her in defence of her addiction. The first showed Rita Hayworth in a pinstriped blazer and white blouse, her voluminous red hair tumbling down around her shoulders, professing that ‘ALL MY FRIENDS KNOW THAT CHESTERFIELD IS MY BRAND’ while holding an unlit cigarette in her left hand and staring off into the distance, where Frank Sinatra or Dean Martin were presumably pleasuring themselves in anticipation of erotic adventures to come. The second, slightly peeling at the edges and with a noticeable lipstick stain on the subject’s face, portrayed Ronald Reagan seated behind a desk that was covered in cigarette boxes, a Chesterfield hanging jauntily from the Gipper’s mouth. ‘I’M SENDING CHESTERFIELDS TO ALL MY FRIENDS. THAT’S THE MERRIEST CHRISTMAS ANY SMOKER CAN HAVE – CHESTERFIELD MILDNESS PLUS NO UNPLEASANT AFTER-TASTE’ it said, and sure enough he appeared to be wrapping boxes in festive paper for the likes of Barry Goldwater and Richard Nixon, who, I’m sure, were only thrilled to receive them

In its rampage over the east, Japan had brought atrocity and death on a scale that staggers the imagination. In the midst of it were the prisoners of war. Japan held some 132,000 POWs from America, Britain, Canada, New Zealand, Holland, and Australia. Of those, nearly 36,000 died, more than one in every four.* Americans fared particularly badly; of the 34,648 Americans held by Japan, 12,935—more than 37 percent—died.* By comparison, only 1 percent of Americans held by the Nazis and Italians died. Japan murdered thousands of POWs on death marches, and worked thousands of others to death in slavery, including some 16,000 POWs who died alongside as many as 100,000 Asian laborers forced to build the Burma-Siam Railway. Thousands of other POWs were beaten, burned, stabbed, or clubbed to death, shot, beheaded, killed during medical experiments, or eaten alive in ritual acts of cannibalism. And as a result of being fed grossly inadequate and befouled food and water, thousands more died of starvation and easily preventable diseases. Of the 2,500 POWs at Borneo’s Sandakan camp, only 6, all escapees, made it to September 1945 alive. Left out of the numbing statistics are untold numbers of men who were captured and killed on the spot or dragged to places like Kwajalein, to be murdered without the world ever learning their fate. In accordance with the kill-all order, the Japanese massacred all 5,000 Korean captives on Tinian, all of the POWs on Ballale, Wake, and Tarawa, and all but 11 POWs at Palawan. They were evidently about to murder all the other POWs and civilian internees in their custody when the atomic bomb brought their empire crashing down. On the morning of September 2, 1945, Japan signed its formal surrender. The Second World War was over.

robbery by European nations of each other's territories has never been a sin, is not a sin to-day. To the several cabinets the several political establishments of the world are clotheslines; and a large part of the official duty of these cabinets is to keep an eye on each other's wash and grab what they can of it as opportunity offers. All the territorial possessions of all the political establishments in the earth—including America, of course—consist of pilferings from other people's wash. No tribe, howsoever insignificant, and no nation, howsoever mighty, occupies a foot of land that was not stolen. When the English, the French, and the Spaniards reached America, the Indian tribes had been raiding each other's territorial clothes-lines for ages, and every acre of ground in the continent had been stolen and re-stolen 500 times. The English, the French, and the Spaniards went to work and stole it all over again; and when that was satisfactorily accomplished they went diligently to work and stole it from each other. In Europe and Asia and Africa every acre of ground has been stolen several millions of times. A crime persevered in a thousand centuries ceases to be a crime, and becomes a virtue. This is the law of custom, and custom supersedes all other forms of law. Christian governments are as frank to-day, as open and above-board, in discussing projects for raiding each other's clothes-lines as ever they were before the Golden Rule came smiling into this inhospitable world and couldn't get a night's lodging anywhere. In 150 years England has beneficently retired garment after garment from the Indian lines, until there is hardly a rag of the original wash left dangling anywhere. In 800 years an obscure tribe of Muscovite savages has risen to the dazzling position of Land-Robber-in-Chief; she found a quarter of the world hanging out to dry on a hundred parallels of latitude, and she scooped in the whole wash. She keeps a sharp eye on a multitude of little lines that stretch along the northern boundaries of India, and every now and then she snatches a hip-rag or a pair of pyjamas. It is England's prospective property, and Russia knows it; but Russia cares nothing for that. In fact, in our day land-robbery, claim-jumping, is become a European governmental frenzy. Some have been hard at it in the borders of China, in Burma, in Siam, and the islands of the sea; and all have been at it in Africa. Africa has been as coolly divided up and portioned out among the gang as if they had bought it and paid for it. And now straightway they are beginning the old game again—to steal each other's grabbings. Germany found a vast slice of Central Africa with the English flag and the English missionary and the English trader scattered all over it, but with certain formalities neglected—no signs up, "Keep off the grass," "Trespassers-forbidden," etc.—and she stepped in with a cold calm smile and put up the signs herself, and swept those English pioneers promptly out of the country. There is a tremendous point there. It can be put into the form of a maxim: Get your formalities right—never mind about the moralities. It was an impudent thing; but England had to put up with it. Now, in the case of Madagascar, the formalities had originally been observed, but by neglect they had fallen into desuetude ages ago. England should have snatched Madagascar from the French clothes-line. Without an effort she could have saved those harmless natives from the calamity of French civilization, and she did not do it. Now it is too late. The signs of the times show plainly enough what is going to happen. All the savage lands in the world are going to be brought under subjection to the Christian governments of Europe. I am

Was she insane?! She would lose her head before she was 20!

Benedict, Austro-Thai language and culture.

—No es la urgencia lo más importante cuando de aprender se trata. Las enseñanzas de Folgard te acompañarán el resto de tu vida. Construir un templo requiere tiempo, levantar una choza no." Maestro Du Siam

Du Siam se levantó y comenzó a caminar con las manos en la espalda. Pensativo y cabizbajo, casi desapareció entre las sombras del fondo de la gran estancia, aunque en un suspiro reapareció para regresar y sentarse de nuevo frente a Boll. El peso de todos sus años parecía reposar ahora sobre sus hombros. El gamblin fue consciente en ese momento de todas las primaveras e inviernos que le habían visto caminar por aquel edificio y sintió una mezcla de respeto y pena por el viejo. Toda una vida dedicada a entregar a los demás el más valioso de los tesoros: el conocimiento, y justo ahora, cuando debería llegar el momento para el reposo, se vería abocado a afrontar acontecimientos imprevisibles e inquietantes, quizás una guerra. ¿Cómo se enfrentaría el sabio a tales avatares?

Lest we forget, we say, Bonox Baker said. Isn’t that what we say, sir? We do, Bonox. Or incant. Perhaps it’s not quite the same thing. So that’s why it should be saved. So it’s not forgotten. Do you know the poem, Bonox? It’s by Kipling. It’s not about remembering. It’s about forgetting—how everything gets forgotten. Far-called, our navies melt away; On dune and headland sinks the fire: Lo, all our pomp of yesterday Is one with Nineveh and Tyre! Judge of the Nations, spare us yet, Lest we forget—lest we forget! Dorrigo Evans nodded to a pyre maker to set the bamboo alight. Nineveh, Tyre, a God-forsaken railway in Siam, Dorrigo Evans said, flame shadows tiger-striping his face. If we can’t remember that Kipling’s poem was about how everything gets forgotten, how are we going to remember anything else? A poem is not a law. It’s not fate. Sir. No, Dorrigo Evans said, though for him, he realised with a shock, it more or less was.

La diferencia entre nosotros y los animales es que nosotros podemos emplear palabras. ¿Correcto? Nosotros expandimos nuestro entorno. Aprendemos a través de la palabra escrita. Jamás llegaríamos a saber nada sobre lugares lejanos como Siam si no pudiéramos leer.

Prince Chulalongkorn lifted his chin proudly. "Siam, population six million, spreading across forty-nine bountiful provinces, from Burma in west to Cambodia in east. All presided over by King Maha Mongkut, Lord of Life, whose strength and power reach everywhere." At this, all the royal children smiled and nodded knowingly. Louis looked at the map, then at his mother. Unable to resist a joke, he said, "Not in my house they don't." Chulalongkorn turned to him haughtily. "Son of teacher is forgetting—I am son of king." The younger boy shrank back, embarrassed. "Son of teacher could care less.

… and while I had been helping Wolfe get the orchids primped up I had been accosted by a tall skinny guy in a pin-check suit, as young as me or younger, wearing a smile that I would recognize if I saw it in Siam—the smile of an elected person who expects to run again, or a novice in training to join the elected person class at the first opportunity. He looked around to make sure no spies were sneaking up on us at the moment, introduced himself as Mr. Whosis, Assistant District Attorney of Crowfield County, and told me at the bottom of his voice, shifting from the smile to Expression 9B, which is used when speaking of the death of a voter, that he would like to have my version of the unfortunate occurrence at the estate of Mr. Pratt the preceding evening. Feeling pestered, I raised my voice instead of lowering it. “District Attorney, huh? Working up a charge of murder against the bull?” That confused him, because he had to show that he appreciated my wit without sacrificing Expression 9B…

Even, sometimes, top-down fiat: see the strange case of pad Thai, a Chinese-origin noodle dish (like ramen) that got “Thaified” with tamarind and palm sugar and decreed the national street food by the 1930s dictator Phibun—part of his campaign that included renaming Siam as Thailand, banning minority languages, and pushing Chinese vendors off the streets.

Quando mi hai letto la mano Ci hai visto mille problemi e mille guai Dovevi starmi lontano Ma mi hai risposto che tu non scappi mai Ci siam lasciati e ripresi Come i trapezisti del Cirque Du Soleil Ma non ci siamo mai arresi Penso di avere talento Per trasformar le sfide in sfighe ormai Non so più cosa sento, no E guardo solamente serie crime Mi illuderò che ci sia un colpevole per ogni male, eh Sì, però è una bugia perché spesso le cose succedono e amen So che hai riso quando ho detto che io ho Tre cuori dentro al petto Ma ora no, non so quale inseguirò Perché mi sembra inutile E sai che uno lo uso per ridere i giorni di festa Il secondo mi fa tener duro nel mare in tempesta E l'ultimo mio cuore devo costringerlo a dimenticarsi il tuo nome Non vuole Maledetto terzo cuore Terzo cuore

Many [British politicians] do not know much more of continental conditions than we do of the condition in Peru or Siam. They are also rather naive in their artless egoism. They find difficulty believing in really evil intentions in others; they are very calm, very phlegmatic, very optimistic. The country exudes wealth, comfort, content and confidence in its own power and future. The people simply cannot believe that things could ever go really wrong, either at home or abroad.

The Life that I Ought to be Living is the One I Am The life that I ought to be living is the one I am. Thank you God. Thank you Sam. I am a poet, that I am, where bliss is not just hit and miss. Its rapture lies at the tip of my felt tipped pen. It lets me create my own scripture like the wisest of men. Thank you God, for taking me out of this traffic jam, and placing me high on the throne of Siam. I am a king because of this poetry thing, mug's game or not, how true it rings. Thank you Sam for making me who I am. And thank you God, for everything.

A bald man with bad everything came out to greet us. There and then, I knew I had been delivered to a brothel rather than a restaurant. Much like the Mecca whorehouse, which Aziz had chaperoned us to some years ago, both pimp and driver escorted me into the seedy establishment. I insisted on leaving but the driver would not budge until I had selected my pick of the day. Under such adverse circumstance I had little choice but to select a boy who looked half-way decent. He accompanied me to a shabby upstairs chamber. As soon as he’d shut the door, I uttered, “Don’t take your clothes off. I’m not having sex with you. Tell me how much I owe and we’ll call it quits.” The lad had no idea what I said. He began to disrobe when I stopped him. He looked at me strangely before calling the proprietor for assistance. After much hassle and jostling, we reached a settlement. Since I’d offered to pay for the boy’s service and had not utilized his aid, Mr. Pimp, in jovial Thai modus operandi, agreed that the boy would be my tour guide for a day. By the time the cab returned me to the hotel, I was starved for anything but sex. While Pimp and Taxi were sharing their illicit earnings, I was devouring everything that was brought before me by room service. Not only was my first exploration a disaster, but I had also witnessed pervasive sleaze within this illustrious kingdom of Siam, more commonly known nowadays as “The Land of Smiles.

He told countless tales, all good, of crocodiles and ichneumons in Egypt, gazelles and ghouls in Persia, elephants and tigers in Burmah, deer and monkeys in Siam, badgers and foxes in China and sorcerers and enchanters everywhere. He spoke of the last two in as matter-of-fact a tone as of any of the others.

The tusks from India, Ceylon, &c, are smaller in size, partly of an opaque character, and partly translucent (or, as it is technically called "bright"), and harder and more cracked, but those from Siam and the neighbouring countries are very "bright," soft, and fine grained; they are much sought after for carvings and ornamental work. Tusks

In 1976 he was part of a rescue operation in the Gulf of Siam to save the “boat people” fleeing persecution in Vietnam. The governments of Malaysia, Thailand, and Singapore were refusing to allow them to land and sending them back into the sea and almost certain death.Many died, but Nhat Hanh and others rescued around 800 people. In one case a group of Vietnamese landed in Malaysia and destroyed their boat so that they could not be forced back to the sea. Nhat Hanh and his companions manned rescue boats, struggled with government bureaucrats, and alerted the international press. They struggled mightily to do everything in their power to save lives. At one point the authorities in Singapore arrested them and refused to allow them to give the boat people any further aid.

She was a woman, slight, almost frail in appearance; not someone who could fight with guns to free the slaves, as in the United States, but someone who could fight with knowledge in the corner of the world where she found herself.

Nineveh, Tyre, a God-forsaken railway in Siam, Dorrigo Evans said, flame

She had become so much more accustomed to hard work and opposition than to adulation that the only emotion she had felt had been one of acute discomfort.

Change from despair to joy he made her extremely beautiful.

Shall I say of you that you worship the image of your God that you have in your mind, but not your God?

The nonchalance irritated her more because it was not assumed.

La lista de créditos concedidos como resultado de la nueva política y de los viajes y negociaciones resulta, a este respecto, altamente clarificadora: Acinfer obtiene siete millones de dólares; Siam: 2.500.000; Siat: 1.700.000; Loma Negra S.A: 5.900.000; Compañía Sudamericana de Cemento: 3.300.000 dólares; además hay préstamos en gestión por 7.000.000 para las industrias petroquímicas; de 9.000.000 para plantas frigoríficas; de 11.000.000 para cosechadoras y máquinas agrícolas; de 8 millones para empresas siderúrgicas, etc. También hay créditos, y en gran cantidad, para empresas yanquis radicadas en la Argentina, por ejemplo: 3.000.000 de dólares para la Good Year; 4.000.000 para Segba (ex CADE), etc. […] Todo este dinero se presta a la Argentina pero lo reciben los industriales asociados a los inversionistas extranjeros o, directamente, los inversionistas extranjeros. El pueblo argentino deberá pagar, mientras tanto ellos, los imperialistas y sus aliados locales, resultan beneficiarios directos.

In one of his later volumes, Earth, book XXXV, Pliny tells the story of a goldsmith who brought an unusual dinner plate to the court of Emperor Tiberius. The plate was a stunner, made from a new metal, very light, shiny, almost as bright as silver. The goldsmith claimed he’d extracted it from plain clay, using a secret technique, the formula known only to himself and the gods. Tiberius, though, was a little concerned. The emperor was one of Rome’s great generals, a warmonger who conquered most of what is now Europe and amassed a fortune of gold and silver along the way. He was also a financial expert who knew the value of his treasure would seriously decline if people suddenly had access to a shiny new metal rarer than gold. “Therefore,” recounts Pliny, “instead of giving the goldsmith the regard expected, he ordered him to be beheaded.” This shiny new metal was aluminum, and that beheading marked its loss to the world for nearly two millennia. It next reappeared during the early 1800s but was still rare enough to be considered the most valuable metal in the world. Napoléon III himself threw a banquet for the king of Siam where the honored guests were given aluminum utensils, while the others had to make do with gold.

thepsychchic chips clips iii Jared gives me an assignment: I need to map out my emotional process so that I can start finding ways to solve each problem. I need to actually sit down and make a spreadsheet. Each time something happens, write it down in the situation trigger column. In the next column write a description of the thoughts, emotional reactions, and behaviors that the situation or trigger causes. In the next column give your best assessment of the underlying flaw or problem, and finally, write a logic statement that I can use in the moment to inject some rationality into the issue. 258 Jared’s 20 minute break routine for Maria: First 5 minutes of break: off load and brain dump. I write down some of the key hands so that they don’t occupy any of my headspace going forward. … Then a few minutes of contemplating my decision making. Asking myself: How was my thinking? Were there any emotionally compromised decisions? … Next 10 minutes: nothing. No poker talk, no thinking. Just walking and relaxing. And then, right before the end of break, a few minutes of warm-up for the next level. 276 - 277 EB White: “an honest ratio between pluck and luck.” 287 Food in Los Vegas: For sushi, Yui and Kabuto. For dinner close to the Rio, the Fat Greek, Peru Chicken, and Sazón. For when I’m feeling nostalgic for the jerk chicken of my local Crown Heights spots, Big Jerk. Lola’s for Cajun. Milos, but only for lunch. El Dorado for late-night poker sessions. Partage to celebrate. Lotus of Siam to drown your sorrows in delightful Thai. 314

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Be an inspiration today. You don't need to be a success story to inspire someone. A small push towards their dream can make a big difference. -Siam Mehraf

Be an inspiration today. You don't need to be a success story to inspire someone. A small push towards their dream can make a big difference.

In times of trouble, confide in your close ones. True closeness means they won't let you down.

হবেনা জেনেও চেষ্টা করে যাওয়াটাই বোধহয় জীবন হয় মানুষের। সামান্য সাপোর্টের আশায় বসে থাকা মানুষদেরও লড়াই করতে হয় নিজের অস্তিত্ব টিকিয়ে রাখতে। সে জানে, জীবনের একটা 'Lost Battle' এ, নেমেছে সে। কিন্তু তবুও, রক্তবিন্দু এক করেই যেনো পরিশ্রম করে দেখতে হবে এর শেষটা!

A sea of faces, young, perspiring and eager, had been raised solemnly -for forty-five minutes—to the platform where Guy Francon had held forth as the speaker at the commencement exercises of the Stanton Institute of Technology, Guy Francon who had brought his own person from New York for the occasion; Guy Francon, of the illustrious firm of Francon & Heyer, vice-president of the Architects’ Guild of America, member of the American Academy of Arts and Letters, member of the National Fine Arts Commission, Secretary of the Arts and Crafts League of New York, chairman of the Society for Architectural Enlightenment of the U.S.A.; Guy Francon, knight of the Legion of Honor of France, decorated by the governments of Great Britain, Belgium, Monaco and Siam;

A special session of the legislature of the People’s State of Chile had been called for ten o’clock this morning, to pass an act of utmost importance to the people of Chile, Argentina and other South American People’s States. In line with the enlightened policy of Señor Ramirez, the new Head of the Chilean State—who came to power on the moral slogan that man is his brother’s keeper—the legislature was to nationalize the Chilean properties of d’Anconia Copper, thus opening the way for the People’s State of Argentina to nationalize the rest of the d’Anconia properties the world over. This, however, was known only to a very few of the top-level leaders of both nations. The measure had been kept secret in order to avoid debate and reactionary opposition. The seizure of the multibillion dollar d’Anconia Copper was to come as a munificent surprise to the country. “On the stroke of ten, in the exact moment when the chairman’s gavel struck the rostrum, opening the session—almost as if the gavel’s blow had set it off—the sound of a tremendous explosion rocked the hall, shattering the glass of its windows. It came from the harbor, a few streets away—and when the legislators rushed to the windows, they saw a long column of flame where once there had risen the familiar silhouette of the ore docks of d’Anconia Copper. The ore docks had been blown to bits. “The chairman averted panic and called the session to order. The act of nationalization was read to the assembly, to the sound of fire-alarm sirens and distant cries. It was a gray morning, dark with rain clouds, the explosion had broken an electric transmitter—so that the assembly voted on the measure by the light of candles, while the red glow of the fire kept sweeping over the great vaulted ceiling above their heads. “But more terrible a shock came later, when the legislators called a hasty recess to announce to the nation the good news that the people now owned d’Anconia Copper. While they were voting, word had come from the closest and farthest points of the globe that there was no d’Anconia Copper left on earth. Ladies and gentlemen, not anywhere. In that same instant, on the stroke of ten, by an infernal marvel of synchronization, every property of d’Anconia Copper on the face of the globe, from Chile to Siam to Spain to Pottsville, Montana, had been blown up and swept away.

et cetera, et cetera, as the King of Siam would have put it.

Vina mea e că m-am băgat si-am încercat să fac imposibilul, să dau viață unei scheme, să inventez, să pompez poezia și filozofia în niște plămâni morți.

The king of Siam once asked his wise men for a proverb that would be appropriate for any occasion. They suggested "This, too, shall pass". Well, in biochemistry an equally appropriate saying for all occasions is "Things are more complicated than they seem".

You are too dogmatic, and too self-important. And,” he smiled, “too specific. You define your God and give names to his son. We cannot define anything so immense, so inscrutable. That is why Buddha is but a guide, a teacher to show the righteous path. “For there are many paths to God, my son. It is human arrogance to think otherwise.

Beyond the deprivations, degradations, and tortures these prisoners endured, each man often recounts how he got to the camps Weller visited. These conflicts, and all they implied, would have been instantly recognizable to the 1945 public. Many of the Dutch and the British, the Australians and Canadians, were taken in the defeats of Singapore (130,000), Java (32,000), and Hong Kong (14,000). Many of the Americans got captured on Guam or Wake; or in the Philippines (75,000), to then endure the Bataan death march, on which one in four died. Some built the Siam-Burma railroad, which claimed yet another 15,000 lives, same ratio. Nearly everywhere, in a hurry, the Japanese won and the Allies lost. The United States saw its navy smashed at Pearl Harbor and its Pacific air forces wiped out in Manila, just before MacArthur got himself safely out to Australia. This litany of early military disasters added up to astonishing numbers. In a mere six months the Japanese, at a cost of only 15,000 of their own men (deaths and casualties), took 320,000 Allied soldiers out of the war, either as deaths, casualties, or prisoners; over half these were Asiatic. White prisoners, about 140,000 total over the course of the conflict, became slave labor across the growing Japanese empire. (Asiatic prisoners were often turned loose, as good propaganda among the subjugated peoples.) Japan had not signed the 1929 Geneva Conventions regarding treatment of prisoners of war, and a Japanese soldier would sooner be killed than captured: thus every enemy soldier who surrendered was a coward, a cur, a thing. Any notion of “inhumane treatment” toward a surrendered Chinese, much less a white man, was incomprehensible. White men were the foe, so their role was to work, then die. Whether their deaths proved painful did not matter to the Japanese. Unlike the Nazi POW camps, there were few escape attempts, for it was obvious to any Allied POW in Asia that a white face was an immediate giveaway even had he succeeded, and the Japanese made it clear that they would execute ten men for every man who escaped. Statistically it was seven times healthier to be a POW under the Nazis than under the Japanese. By war’s end, one out of every three white prisoners had died as their captives—“starved to death, worked to death, beaten to death, dead of loathsome epidemic diseases that the Japanese would not treat,” as Daws puts it. Another year of war and there would have been no POWs still alive. (A Japan War Ministry directive of August 1944 iterated that “the aim is to annihilate them all, and not to leave any traces.”)

white el·e·phant   n. a possession that is useless or troublesome, esp. one that is expensive to maintain or difficult to dispose of.  from the story that the kings of Siam gave such animals as a gift to courtiers considered obnoxious, in order to ruin the recipient by the great expense incurred in maintaining the animal.

Anna was convinced that the low level of literature and art in Siam was due to the fear that every talented person felt of being impounded into royal service if it became known that he had more than ordinary gifts.

Maybe selflessness was only selfishness on another level.

Two exercises are especially prescribed by the adepts of the mystic path. The first consists in observing with great attention the workings of the mind without attempting to stop it. Seated in a quiet place, the disciple refrains as much as he can from consciously pointing his thoughts in a definite direction. He marks the spontaneous arising of ideas, memories, desires, etc., and considers how, superseded by new ones, they sink into the dark recesses of the mind. He watches also the subjective image which, apparently unconnected with any thoughts or sensations, appears while his eyes are closed: men, animals, landscapes, moving crowds, etc. During that exercise, he avoids making reflections about the spectacle which he beholds, looking passively at the continual, swift, flowing stream of thoughts and mental images that whirl, jostle, fight and pass away. It is said that the disciple is about to gather the fruit of this practice when he loosens the firm footing he had kept, till then, in his quality of spectator. He too — so he must understand — is an actor on the tumultuous stage. His present introspection, all his acts and thoughts, and the very sum of them all which he calls his self, are but ephemeral bubbles in a whirlpool made of an infinite quantity of bubbles which congregate for a moment, separate, burst, and form again, following a giddy rhythm. The second exercise is intended to stop the roaming of the mind in order that one may concentrate it on one single object. Training which tends to develop a perfect concentration of mind is generally deemed necessary for all students without distinction. As to observing the mind's activity it is only recommended to the most intellectual disciples. Training the mind to "one-pointedness" is practiced in all Buddhist sects. In Southern Buddhist countries — Ceylon, Siam, Burma — an apparatus called kasinas, which consists of clay discs variously coloured, or a round surface covered by water, or a fire at which one gazes through a screen in which a round hole is pierced — are used for this purpose. Any of these circles is stared at until it is seen as clearly when the eyes are shut, as when they are open and actually looking at it. The process does not aim at producing an hypnotic state, as some Western scholars have said, but it accustoms one to concentrating the mind. The fact that the subjective image has become as vivid as the objective, indicates — according

(T)he motive consecrates the deed.

If you can't change it don't worry about it.

El término “elefante blanco” se refiere a obras de infraestructura que tienen muy poca utilidad para los ciudadanos o que, de plano, no sirven. Esta expresión tiene su origen en la anécdota del rey de Siam, ahora Tailandia, quien regalaba un elefante blanco a un enemigo que deseaba arruinar. En esa región del mundo, los elefantes son muy venerados, por lo cual recibirlos como obsequio obliga a cuidarlos de por vida, pues son animales que requieren mucho alimento y cuidados especiales. Este regalo, generalmente, dejaba en la ruina a las familias que lo recibían.

Farewell, my beautiful Sunatda. You have been the light of the setting sun to me. The glory of your love has dispersed the dark clouds that overshadowed my life and the memory of your face will be bright before my fading eyes to the end.

At its head was King George in a general’s uniform astride a dark charger. He was flanked by the Kaiser on his right and the Duke of Connaught on his left. Both were dressed as field marshals, batons clasped firmly in their hands. Behind rode the Crown Prince of Romania and the Hereditary Prince of the Ottoman Empire, the Grand Duke of Mecklenburg-Strelitz and the Duke of Aosta, Prince Rupprecht of Bavaria and Prince Bovaradej of Siam, and dozens more besides. It was, wrote Lionel Cust, a veritable ‘babel of tongues and clashing hoofs’.

El patetismo, en serio, ha destruido buena parte de la imagen de España en el antiguo reino de Siam. Créanme.

The King’s visit brought a great improvement to the province. To prepare for his reception, streets were improved, trees were cut, street lights were installed. If His Majesty had enough time to visit all parts of the country, Siam would soon be prosperous, because the viceroys and governors would get busy and improve the country for the royal visit.