Un Women Quotes

A 2013 UN homicide survey found that 96% 9 of homicide perpetrators worldwide are male. So is it humans who are murderous,or men?

She'd like to be indispensable; that's what every woman wants...

In the time that we're here today, more women and children will die violently in the Darfur region than in Iraq, Afghanistan, Palestine, Israel or Lebanon. So, after September 30, you won't need the UN - you will simply need men with shovels and bleached white linen and headstones.

They were doers and thinkers and lovers and seekers and givers, but dreamers, most dangerously of all. They were dreamer-women. Very dangerous women. Who looked at the world through their wide dreamer-eyes and saw it not as it was, "brutal, senseless," etc., but worse, as it might be or might yet become. So, insatiable women. Un-pleasable women.

Mona, tu eşti un animal de lux. Eşti făcută din puţin parfum, din multă lene, din oarecare fantezie.

There is a certain kind of stupidity reserved for women's dealings with men.

It had become a chimney poking from a vertical universe of bookshelves. There was motion below her. There were people on the shelves. They clung to the edges of the cases and moved across them in expert scuttles. They wore ropes and hooks and carried picks on which they sometimes hung. Dangling from straps they carried notebooks, pens, magnifying glasses, ink pads, and stamps. The men and women took books from the shelves as they went, checked their details, leaning against their ropes, replaced them, pulled out little pads and made notes, sometimes carried the books with them to another place and reshelved it there. ... I'm Margarita Staples." She bowed in her harness. 'Extreme librarian. Bookaneer.

Sometimes, people call my way of speaking ranting. Why are you always ranting and screaming, they ask. But here’s the thing…the reason why I rant is because I am a voice for many women that cannot speak out to heads of state, UN officials, and those that influence systems of oppression. And so I rant. And I will not stop ranting until my mission of equality of all girls is achieved.

for frail but surprisingly strong fairies who had lost their way above ground for burned mermaids and sick vampire girls for wild wolfish women with sharp teeth and leaves in their hair

L'idéal de la beauté féminine est variable; mais certaines exigences demeurent constantes; entre autres, puisque la femme est destinée à être possédée, il faut que son corps offre les qualités inertes et passives d'un objet.

members of labor unions, and un-organized unskilled workers, will sooner or later realize that their government is not even trying to prevent wages from sinking or to prevent jobs from being exported. Around the same time, they will realize that suburban white-collar workers - themselves desparately afraid of being downsized - are not going to let themselves be taxed to provide social benefits for anyone else. At that point, something will crack. The non-suburban electorate will decide that the system has failed and start looking around for a strongman to vote for - someone willing to assure them that once he is elected, the smug bureaucrats, tricky lawyers, overpaid bond salesmen and post modernist professors will no longer be calling the shots... One thing that is very likely to happen is that the gains made in the past forty years by black and brown Americans, and by homosexuals, will be wiped out. Jocular contempt for women will come back into fashion... All the resentment which badly educated Americans feel about having their manners dictated to them by college graduates will find an outlet pp89-90

I'm against solutions that are worse than the problem. Like old women who want their hair dyed the color of shoe polish to hide the gray.

Nothing becomes some women more than the prick of ambition. Love, on the contrary, may make them very dull.

UN studies conducted in more than forty developing countries show that the birth rate falls as women gain equality... I believe income-earning opportunities that empower poor women ... will have more impact on curbing population growth that the current system of "encouraging" family planning practices through intimidation tactics.. Family planning should be left to the family.

Quiero un amor que sea como un sueño, como dormir, como nacer de nuevo, vulnerable como un niño en el instante de llegar al mundo".

Transcurrieron unos treinta años hasta que empezaron a rendirnos honores... A invitarnos a dar ponencias... Al principio nos escondíamos, ni siquiera enseñábamos nuestras condecoraciones. Los hombres se las ponían, las mujeres no. Los hombres eran los vencedores, los héroes; los novios habían hecho la guerra, pero a nosotros nos miraban con otros ojos. De un modo muy diferente... Nos arrebataron la Victoria, ¿sabes?

[Mo] sapeva che a Caterina, Cecilia e Maria, quando avessero messo piede su Deneb, nessuno avrebbe chiesto di compilare un modulo sbarrando la F. e non la M. per relegarle di conseguenza in uno scompartimento di seconda categoria.

Je serai forte. Comme une femme. Comme un gladiateur.

El mundo esta lleno de mujeres como Beth, timidas y tranquilas, que aguardan sentadas en un rincon hasta que alguien las necesita, que se entregan a los demas con tanta alegria que nadie ve su sacrificio hasta que el pequeño grillo del hogar cesa de chirriar y la dulce soledad desaparece para dejar tras de si silencio y oscuridad.

Organizations like the UN do a lot of good, but there are certain basic realities they never seem to grasp ...Maybe the most important truth that eludes these organizations is that it's insulting when outsiders come in and tell a traumatized people what it will take for them to heal. You cannot go to another country and make a plan for it. The cultural context is so different from what you know that you will not understand much of what you see. I would never come to the US and claim to understand what's going on, even in the African American culture. People who have lived through a terrible conflict may be hungry and desperate, but they are not stupid. They often have very good ideas about how peace can evolve, and they need to be asked. That includes women. Most especially women ... To outsiders like the UN, these soldiers were a problem to be managed. But they were our children.

Una mujer mediocre es como un libro malo: hacen dudar de la literatura entera, de lo femenino universal

Nicole had put on weight. This is the effect which, in three cases out of four, unhappiness has upon women. The process of eating guarantees at least the health of the body.

Es muy difícil para una mujer expresar sus sentimientos en un lenguaje que, principalmente, sirve para que los hombres expresen los suyos.

There was panic in my eyes. I looked into my own eyes and back down at my hands. Horrid age spots, two scars. Un-Indian, nervous, lonely hands. I could see children and men and gardens in my hands.

Fue en la cocina donde empecé a comprender el significado de la palabra "esposa”. Ahí estábamos, una pareja de 24 años: un día éramos una estudiante de doctorado y un artista, y al día siguiente éramos marido y mujer. Antes siempre habíamos puesto juntos sobre la mesa las rudimentarias comidas que tomábamos. Ahora, de pronto, Stefan estaba cada noche en su taller, dibujando o leyendo y yo estaba en la cocina, esforzándome por preparar y servir una comida que ambos pensábamos que debía ser adecuada. Recuerdo pasar me cobra y media preparando algún espantoso plato de cuchara sacado de una revista femenina para terminar engulléndolo los dos en 10 minutos, pasarme después una hora limpiando los cacharros y quedarme mirando el fregadero, pensando: "¿Será esto así durante los siguientes cuarenta años?”.

Como la aguja de una brújula apunta siempre al norte, así el dedo acusador de un hombre apunta siempre a una mujer

Non capì, comprese. Perché comprendere era di più, era un abbraccio, era prendere con sé, era farne parte.

God help us!' Josée thought. 'Here we have one of those regular biblical women! She thinks that a baby will win back her man.

She was glad that she had not let on to Lonzo how she felt; a woman has business to be as strong as a man. No, a woman has to be stronger than a man. A man don't mind laying the ax between a calf's eyes; a woman does mind, and has to stand by and watch it done. A man fathers a little un, but a woman feels it shove up against her heart, and beat on her body, and drag on her with its weight. A woman has to be stronger than a man.

Our eyes met and his grin stretched another quarter-inch. Another schoolgirl flip--followed by a very un-schoolgirl wave of heat. He leaned even farther over the boards, lips parting to say something. "Hey, Kris!" someone yelled behind him. "If you want to flirt with Eve, tell her to meet you in the penalty box. You'll be back there soon enough.

Poate că tânjesc după un miracol… Care anume? Să încetez să mă văd acționând. Să nu mai fiu actriţa, nici spectatoarea propriei persoane. Să încetez să mă mai judec, să mă critic, să-mi percep impostura. Și, în cele din urmă, precum un cub de zahar în apă, să mă cufund în realitate si să mă dizolv în ea.

No sé su hay que tener mi edad para entender que a las mujeres uno nunca termina de entenderlas. Creo que existe un laberinto exclusivo de ellas y que a los hombres se nos permite atisbar desde afuera cuando ellas quieren, cuando nos invitan.

If you live in Denver or Austin, or near another Ten Commandments monument on public land, go and examine it. See if the full text of each commandment is carved into the stone. See if slavery is recognized, if women are considered chattel, and if the supposed pinnacle of morality punishes innocent children to the third and fourth generations. If the Ten Commandments were truly moral, there would be no need to edit these displays to fit today’s standards. Morality evolves. These edited monuments undercut the very claim they were set up to make. They are monuments to a lie.

Many social justice or social activist movements have been rooted in a position. A position is usually against something. Any position will call up its opposition. If I say up, it generates down. If I say right, it really creates left. If I say good, it creates bad. So a position creates its opposition. A stand is something quite distinct from that. There are synonyms for “stand” such as “declaration” or “commitment,” but let me talk for just a few moments about the power of a stand. A stand comes from the heart, from the soul. A stand is always life affirming. A stand is always trustworthy. A stand is natural to who you are. When we use the phrase “take a stand” I’m really inviting you to un-cover, or “unconceal,” or recognize, or affirm, or claim the stand that you already are. Stand-takers are the people who actually change the course of history and are the source of causing an idea’s time to come. Mahatma Gandhi was a stand-taker. He took a stand so powerful that it mobilized millions of people in a way that the completely unpredictable outcome of the British walking out of India did happen. And India became an independent nation. The stand that he took… or the stand that Martin Luther King, Jr. took or the stand that Elizabeth Cady Stanton and Susan B. Anthony took for women’s rights—those stands changed our lives today. The changes that have taken place in history as a result of the stand-takers are permanent changes, not temporary changes. The women in this room vote because those women took so powerful a stand that it moved the world. And so the opportunity here is for us to claim the stand that we already are, not take a position against the macro economic system, or a position against this administration, although some of you may have those feelings. What’s way more powerful than that is taking a stand, which includes all positions, which allows all positions to be heard and reconsidered, and to begin to dissolve. When you take a stand, it actually does shift the whole universe and unexpected, unpredictable things happen.

Una mujer puede tener igualdad de derechos y ser verdaderamente libre sólo en un mundo de trabajo socializado, de armonía y justicia.

El pelo y las manos siempre le olían un poco a tierra, como a hierbas. Solía coger ramitas de romero, se las aplastaba en las manos y luego se las pasaba por el pelo

To some women nothing fits better than the onset of ambition. Love makes them passive

Know this, sir, that for one women a specified time is a specified time. After a while sometimes is still time. But before a specified time there's never a time

La niña de once años que todas las mañanas recorre quince kilómetros en busca de leña para su familia desempeña un papel enorme en el desarrollo económico de su país. A pesar de ellos, su trabajo no es reconocido. La chica es invisible en las estadísticas económicas. En la magnitud del PIB, por la cual medimos la actividad económica de un país, ella no cuenta. Su actividad no se considera importante para la economía o para el crecimiento económico. Parir niños, criarlos, cultivar el huerto, hacerles la comida a los hermanos, ordeñar la vaca de la familia, coserles la ropa o cuidar de Adam Smith para que él pudiera escribir “La riqueza de las naciones”; nada de esto se considera “trabajo productivo” en los modelos económicos estándar. Fuera del alcance de la mano invisible se encuentra el sexo invisible.

They were the sort who berated a man for meddling and chased him away, then berated him again for not being there when he was needed. Not that they would admit he was needed, even then, not them. Raise a hand to help and you were interfering, do nothing and you were an un-trustworthy wastrel.

La soledad es un concepto anglosajón. En Ciudad de México, si eres el único pasajero en un autobús y alguien sube, no solo se sentará a tu lado sino que se recostará en ti. (Del cuento Triste idiota)

¿A qué se debe que todas las mujeres piensan que la finalidad de su vida es tener un maridito y una casita gris en el oeste? ¿Qué clase de finalidad es ésa? ¿Por qué ha de ser ésa la finalidad de la vida?

Tienes cicatrices, cicatrices feas, porque te hicieron algo feo, algo malvado. La gente ve las cicatrices. Pero también te ve a ti y tú no eres esas cicatrices. No eres fea. No eres malvada. Eres Therru y eres hermosa. Eres Therru, que puede trabajar y caminar y correr y bailar, hermosamente, con un vestido rojo.

The Government finally decided To wage the war all-out. Defeat is Un-American. And they took to the air, Their women beside them in bouffant hairdos putting nail-polish on the gunship cannon-buttons. And they never came down for they found, the ground is Pro-Communist. And dirty. And the insects side with the Viet Cong.

The ungodly put the ungodly in office. And now we’re expecting them to be godly and treat us with love and kindness? It is impossible for the ungodly to elect the ungodly and then expect godliness to come from them. The corrupt elect the corrupt and the corruption continues. The depraved elect the depraved and the depravity continues. If you want kindness, love, peace, patience, goodness, and faithfulness—the characteristics you will find in godly men and women—you better get godly in a hurry and elect as many godly politicians as you can.

Yes, it’s unfortunate that we have been conditioned to see an alternative to motherhood as not normal. But you do all realise that some of the most brilliant women in the world don’t have kids, right? Oprah, Gloria Steinem, Helen Mirren, Dolly Parton? Do you think their lives carry an air of tragedy because they never had children? I don’t. I’m sure they all had different reasons for not doing it, some maybe couldn’t, some didn’t want to, but these women’s lives are not empty because of that. I think it’s important we take the lead from our heroes and for everyone to stop valuing women on whether they do, or do not, become mothers. The irony of yours and your listeners’ opinions is that it is you boxing women in to these roles, not men. It’s highly un-feminist of you.’ She

Attempts to locate oneself within history are as natural, and as absurd, as attempts to locate oneself within astronomy. On the day that I was born, 13 April 1949, nineteen senior Nazi officials were convicted at Nuremberg, including Hitler's former envoy to the Vatican, Baron Ernst von Weizsacker, who was found guilty of planning aggression against Czechoslovakia and committing atrocities against the Jewish people. On the same day, the State of Israel celebrated its first Passover seder and the United Nations, still meeting in those days at Flushing Meadow in Queens, voted to consider the Jewish state's application for membership. In Damascus, eleven newspapers were closed by the regime of General Hosni Zayim. In America, the National Committee on Alcoholism announced an upcoming 'A-Day' under the non-uplifting slogan: 'You can drink—help the alcoholic who can't.' ('Can't'?) The International Court of Justice at The Hague ruled in favor of Britain in the Corfu Channel dispute with Albania. At the UN, Soviet Foreign Minister Andrei Gromyko denounced the newly formed NATO alliance as a tool for aggression against the USSR. The rising Chinese Communists, under a man then known to Western readership as Mao Tze-Tung, announced a limited willingness to bargain with the still-existing Chinese government in a city then known to the outside world as 'Peiping.' All this was unknown to me as I nuzzled my mother's breast for the first time, and would certainly have happened in just the same way if I had not been born at all, or even conceived. One of the newspaper astrologists for that day addressed those whose birthday it was: There are powerful rays from the planet Mars, the war god, in your horoscope for your coming year, and this always means a chance to battle if you want to take it up. Try to avoid such disturbances where women relatives or friends are concerned, because the outlook for victory upon your part in such circumstances is rather dark. If you must fight, pick a man! Sage counsel no doubt, which I wish I had imbibed with that same maternal lactation, but impartially offered also to the many people born on that day who were also destined to die on it.

Las mujeres necesitaban entender bien que no podían dar cualquier cosa gratis cuando se trata de un hombre, una sonrisa incluida. Tenía que trabajar para ello, tenía que ganárselo porque… él quería trabajar para eso, necesitaba ganárselo

Le privilège économique détenu par les hommes, leur valeur sociale, le prestige du mariage, l'utilité d'un appui masculin, tout engage les femmes à vouloir ardenment plaire aux hommes. Elles sont encore dans l'ensemble en situation de vassalité. Il s'ensuit que la femme se connaît et se choisit non en tant qu'elle existe pour soi mais telle que l'homme la définit.

El día en que a la mujer le sea posible amar con su fuerza, no con su debilidad, no para huirse, sino para hallarse, no para destituirse, sino para afirmarse, entonces el amor será para ella, como para el hombre, fuente de vida y no de mortal peligro. Mientras tanto, resume en su figura más patética la maldición que pesa sobre la mujer encerrada en el universo femenino, la mujer mutilada, incapaz de bastarse a sí misma. Las innumerables mártires del amor son un testimonio contra la injusticia de un destino que les propone como última salvación un estéril infierno

Son preguntas inútiles. La única razón por la que he vivido tanto tiempo es porque fui soltando lastre del pasado. Cierro la puerta a la pena al pesar al remordimiento. Si permito que entren, aunque sea por una rendija de autocompasión, zas, la puerta se abrirá de golpe y una tempestad de dolor me desgarrará el corazón y cegará mis ojos de vergüenza rompiendo tazas y botellas derribando frascos rompiendo las ventanas tropezando sangrienta sobre azúcar derramado y vidrios rotos aterrorizada entre arcadas hasta que con un estremecimiento y sollozo final consiga cerrar la pesada puerta. Y recoja los pedazos una vez más.

And right now, some affiliates of the promiscuous persuasion were beckoning, urging the women to join their huge orgy. ‘Come have a go, ladyships!’ said one of the strumpets. Stella mustered a look so disapproving it made steel feel guilty for being hard. Unabated, the prostitute lit herself a cigarette and winked suggestively. ‘Will make it worth your while and no trouble.’ ‘Er.’ The strumpet sucked on her cigarette with gusto and hastily turned to Aurora. Under the heavy theatrical greasepaint, she saw a hint of black stubble. ‘What about you, hon? Ever swallowed a sword with its sheath?’ ‘Once,’ said Aurora through a wooden expression. ‘It didn’t end too well for the sword.’ ‘Oh leave ‘em be, Kevin,’ another strumpet butted in, as she adjusted the apples in her corset. She had a tall voice, coarse, rugged and edged; the sort of edge you cut protons on. ‘Doncha see they ‘av a lil’un with ‘em?’ ‘And I’ve a wife. What’s your point, Steve?’ the drag queen retorted. ‘Yer wife’s a corpse, mate.’ ‘Guess that makes me a necromancer.

Mentre scrivo queste righe a Sydney, una splendida coppia di pappagalli verdi con il petto arancione è accovacciata sul tetto dell'edificio accanto e sta nutrendo il proprio cucciolo. Se gli uccelli possono provare un simile sentimento e non abbandonare mai le loro creature, com'è possibile che degli esseri umani rinuncino ripetutamente ai loro figli?

Sin embargo, cuando leemos algo sobre una bruja zambullida en agua, una mujer poseída de los demonios, una sabia mujer que vendía hierbas o incluso un hombre muy notable que tenía una madre, nos hallamos, creo, sobre la pista de una novelista malograda, una poetisa reprimida, alguna Jane Austen muda y desconocida, alguna Emily Brontë que se machacó los sesos en los páramos o anduvo haciendo muecas por las carreteras, enloquecida por la tortura en que su don la hacía vivir. Me aventuraría a decir que Anónimo, que escribió tantos poemas sin firmarlos, era a menudo una mujer. Según sugiere, creo, Edward Fitzgerald, fue una mujer quien compuso las baladas y las canciones folklóricas, canturreándolas a sus niños, entreteniéndose mientras hilaba o durante las largas noches de invierno. Quizás esto sea cierto, quizá sea falso —¿quién lo sabe?—, pero lo que sí me pareció a mí, repasando la historia de la hermana de Shakespeare tal como me la había imaginado, definitivamente cierto, es que cualquier mujer nacida en el siglo dieciséis con un gran talento se hubiera vuelto loca, se hubiera suicidado o hubiera acabado sus días en alguna casa solitaria en las afueras del pueblo, medio bruja, medio hechicera, objeto de temor y burlas.

Voia mai mult, altceva, o beţie adevărată, o prăpastie adevărată, nu un simplu orgasm. Ea nu voia expediente, plăceri scurte şi ieftine, ea voia totul. Totul.

L'Ona cita l'Eclesiastès: «Un temps d'estimar i un temps d'odiar. Un temps de guerra i un temps de pau».

Un fetus pot ajudar a guarir el cor malalt de la seva mare, o qualsevol altre òrgan, el mateix cervell, fent-hi arribar cèl·lules mare.

Actually, all four of the Malone brothers were Afro-Latino gods with deeper pockets than the Wildes. Any time one of them spoke in their mother’s native Italian, women went soft in the knees.

The summer of 1950 was the hottest in living memory, with high humidity and temperatures above 100 F. My mother had been washing every day, and she was attacked for this, too. Peasants, especially in the North where Mrs. Mi came from, washed very rarely, because of the shortage of water. In the guerrillas, men and women used to compete to see who had the most 'revolutionary insects' (lice). Cleanliness was regarded as un proletarian When the steamy summer turned into cool autumn my father's bodyguard weighed in with a new accusation: my mother was 'behaving like a Kuomintang official's grand lady' because she had used my father's leftover hot water. At the time, in order to save fuel, there was a rule that only officials above a certain rank were entitled to wash with hot water. My father fell into this group, but my mother did not. She had been strongly advised by the women in my father's family not to touch cold water when she came near to delivery time. After the bodyguard's criticism, my father would not let my mother use his water. My mother felt like screaming at him for not taking her side against the endless intrusions into the most irrelevant recesses of her life.

essere donna è così affascinante. È un'avventura che richiede un tale coraggio, una sfida che non annoia mai. Avrai tante cose da intraprendere se nascerai donna. Per incominciare, avrai da batterti per sostenere che se Dio esistesse potrebbe anche essere una vecchia coi capelli bianchi o una bella ragazza. Poi avrai da batterti per spiegare che il peccato non nacque il giorno in cui Eva colse una mela: quel giorno nacque una splendida virtù chiamata disubbidienza. Infine avrai da batterti per dimostrare che dentro il tuo corpo liscio e rotondo c'è un'intelligenza che urla d'essere ascoltata.

Ironically, breast cancer gets so much attention partly because so many women survive it and become advocates, producing and participating in publicity-grabbing events such as the annual Race for the Cure.

El fet d'haver estat creats a imatge de Déu ens deixa un cert espai per a les nostres ànimes, per tenir-ne i per estar al seu servei. El poder de què disposem és el de sotmetre'ns al de les nostres ànimes.

Es fácil reconocer el alma de una mujer en su manera de marcar un libro (atenta, minuciosa, personal, provocadora), porque si uno ama a una persona, hasta las discretas señales que deja en un libro se parecen a ella.

Answering the question 'How would you like to smell?' by saying 'I'd rather I didn't' is also no longer acceptable. It's not playing the game. Men are expected to put some cash into the cosmetic pot too - it's seen as almost un-feminist not to. What a uniquely capitalist response to that gender inequality: women have been forced by convention for generations - millennia - to spend money on expensive clothes and agonising shoes, to daub themselves with reality-concealing slap, to smell expensively inhuman, to self-mutilate in pursuit of eternal youth; and this, quite rightly, has come to be deemed unfair. But how do we end this hell? We make men do it too. Well done everyone.

Un moment, diu la Mariche, el que voleu dir és que els assaltants són tan víctimes com les víctimes dels assalts? Que tots nosaltres, homes i dones, som víctimes de les circumstàncies a partir de les quals es va crear Molotschna?

Il arrive un âge où ils ne sont plus séduisants, ni «en forme», comme on dit. Ils ne peuvent plus boire et ils pensent encore aux femmes; seulement ils sont obligés de les payer, d'accepter des quantités de petites compromissions pour échapper à leur solitude. Ils sont bernés, malheureux. C'est ce moment qu'ils choisissent pour devenir sentimentaux et exigeants… J'en ai vu beaucoup devenir ainsi des sortes d'épaves. "A time comes when they are no longer attractive or in good form. They can't drink any more, and they still hanker after women, only then they have to pay and make compromises in order to escape from their loneliness: they have become just figures of fun. They grow sentimental and hard to please. I have seen many who have gone the same way.

M'accorsi, camminando, che ripensavo a quella sera diciassette anni prima, quando avevo lasciato Torino, quando avevo deciso che una persona può amarne un'altra più di sé, eppure io stessa sapevo bene che volevo soltanto uscir fuori, metter piede nel mondo, e mi occorreva quella scusa, quel pretesto, per fare il passo. La sciocchezza, l'allegra incoscienza di Guido quando aveva creduto di portarmi con sé e mantenermi - sapevo già tutto fin dal principio. Lo lasciai fare, provare, dibattersi. L'aiutavo persino, uscivo prima dal lavoro per tenergli compagnia. Quello il mio broncio e malvolere, secondo Morelli. Avevo riso e fatto ridere tre mesi il mio Guido: era servito a qualcosa? Nemmeno di piantarmi lui era stato capace. Non si può amare un altro più di se stessi. Chi non si salva da sé, non lo salva nessuno.

Avem o anume senzaţie că aparţinem acelui bărbat - partener de dans - care ne lasă să executăm paşii pe care-i ştim deja. Cu el şi nu cu altul, hotărâm să stabilim relaţia pe care s-o facem să meargă. Nu există o substanţă chimică mai atrăgătoare decât sentimentul de tainică familiaritate apărut când se întâlnesc un bărbat şi o femeie ale căror modele de comportament se îmbină perfect ca piesele dintr-un joc de puzzle. (...) cu cât a fost mai mare durerea în copilărie, cu atât e mai puternic impulsul de a o reconstitui şi stăpâni la maturitate.

C’erano parecchie cose che mi facevano diventare sentimentale: le scarpe di una donna sotto il letto; una forcina dimenticata sul tavolo da toilette; quel loro modo di dire: <>; i nastri per capelli; camminare lungo il boulevard all’1.30 di pomeriggio, due persone, un uomo e una donna, insieme; le lunghe notti passate a bere e a fumare, a parlare; le liti; il pensiero del suicidio; mangiare insieme e star bene; le battute, le risate senza senso; sentire la magia nell’aria, star chiusi insieme in una macchina parcheggiata; parlare dei propri amori finiti alle 3 di notte; sentirsi dire che si russa, sentirla russare; madri, figlie, figli, gatti, cani; a volte la morte e a volte il divorzio, me sempre andare fino in fondo; leggere il giornale da solo in una tavola calda e avere la nausea perché lei adesso è la moglie di un dentista con un quoziente di intelligenza di 95; gli ippodromi, i parchi, i picnic al parco; perfino le galere; i suoi amici noiosi, i tuoi amici noiosi; il tuo bere, il suo ballare; il suo flirtare, il tuo flirtare; le sue pillole, le tue scopate clandestine, le sue scopate clandestine; dormire insieme…

Alcenith Crawford (a divorced ophthalmologist): "We women doctors have un-happy marriages because in our minds we are the superstars of our families. Having survived the hardship of medical school we expect to reap our rewards at home. We had to assert ourselves against all odds and when we finally graduate there are few shrinking violets amongst us. It takes a special man to be able to cope. Men like to feel important and be the undisputed head of the family. A man does not enjoy waiting for his wife while she performs life-saving operations. He expects her and their children to revolve around his needs, not the other way. But we have become accustomed to giving orders in hospitals and having them obeyed. Once home, it's difficult to adjust. Moreover, we often earn more than our husbands. It takes a generous and exceptional man to forgive all that.

Woman This Is Your Year. To be blessed by everything you hate, to shift from suffering to ecstasy of ache. This is your year to no longer be who you were, to rise from the embers, to be guided by Her. This is your year to be carried by grace, out of the matrix and away from the race. This is your year to be the clear-visioned goddess, to bear the heaviness of crown, a sacred promise. This is your year to live the life of your dreams, to heal, to witness, to be the one who queens. This is your year to forever change the rest, to un-tame, to shift, to lead, and to live blessed.

In Erling Nicolai Rolfsrud’s compendium of memorable women and men from North Dakota, “Mustache” Maude Black, for that was the name of my grandparents’ benefactress, is described as not un-womanly, though she dressed mannishly, smoked, drank, was a crack shot and a hard-assed camp boss. These

Over the years I've come to expect being groped in gay bars. Complaining about this unwanted touching is often deemed sex-negative, un-queer or even homophobic. Touching in gay bars is often seen as an acceptable form of cruising. [...] I've also witnessed gay men grabbing women's breasts many times on the dance floor. When asked to stop, some have replied 'Don't worry I'm gay! I'm not into girls!" Not being into girls, however, is sometimes less about sexual preference and more about disdain. Is grabbing women's breasts a way to make women feel unsafe and therefore keep them out of gay bars?

La Mariche explica que a la Mejal li ha vingut l'atac arran del pensament que les dones podrien fer el seu propi mapa. No es tracta d'un temor conscient d'això de fer un mapa, precisa, sinó del que implica la qüestió: que som mestresses del nostre propi destí. Que ens n'anirem cap a un espai desconegut.

Al trasladarse de un río a otro, los wabanakis tenían que acarrear sus canoas y el resto de sus posesiones. Todos conocían el valor de viajar ligero y comprendían que ello requería dejar atrás algunas cosas. El miedo, con frecuencia la carga más difícil de abandonar, era lo que más entorpecía el movimiento.

Em venen ganes de donar-li'n les gràcies, d'abraçar-la. (No, el que en realitat tinc ganes de fer és agafar-la i ballar al voltant del cobert. Quan érem petits, l'agafava darrere de l'estable dels poltres i la portava un tros a coll, corrent, rient, mentre ella em deia que no li esclafés el pit, que li'n fugiria el cor.)

The result of this one-sided patriarchal stance, demonstrable in all areas of life, is an un integrated man who is attacked by his repressed side and often enough overwhelmed by it. This transpires not only in the fate of the individual man as seduction by a "lower" anima, but equally through seduction by a compensatory ideology, for example materialism, to which "spirit" men are especially susceptible. The man wants to remain exclusively masculine and out of fear rejects the transformative contact with a woman of equal status. Negativizing the Feminine in the patriarchate prevents the man from experiencing woman as a thou of equal but different status, and hence from coming to terms with her. The consequence of the patriarchal male's haughtiness toward women leads to the inability to make any genuine contact with the Feminine, i.e., not only in a real woman but also with the Feminine in himself, the unconscious. Whenever an integral relationship to the Feminine remains undeveloped, however, this means that, due to his fear, the male is unable to break through to his own wholeness that also embraces the Feminine. Thus the patriarchal culture's separation from the Feminine and from the unconscious becomes one of the essential causes for the crisis of fear in which the patriarchal world now finds itself.

So, the women he's loved. Who knew nothing of satisfaction. Who having gotten what they wanted always promptly wanted more. Not greedy. Never greedy... They were doers and thinkers and lovers and seekers and givers, but dreamers, most dangerously of all. They were dreamer-women. Very dangerous women. Who looked at the world through their wide dreamer-eyes and saw it not as it was, "brutal, senseless," etc., but worse, as it might be or might yet become. So, insatiable women. Un-pleasable women. Who wanted above all things that could not be had. Not what THEY could not have--no such thing for such women--but what wasn't there to be had in the first place.

Vosotros los jóvenes no sabéis apreciar las cosas, proseguía. No sabéis lo que hemos tenido que pasar para lograr que estéis donde estáis. Míralo, es él quien pela las zanahorias. ¿Sabéis cuántas vidas de mujeres, cuántos cuerpos de mujeres han tenido que arrollar los tanques para llegar a esta situación? La cocina es mi pasatiempo predilecto, decía Luke. Disfruto cocinando. Un pasatiempo muy original, replicaba mi madre. No tienes por qué darme explicaciones. En otros tiempos no te habrían permitido tener semejante pasatiempo, te habrían llamado marica. Vamos, madre, le decía yo. No discutamos por tonterías. Tonterías, repetía amargamente. Las llamas tonterías. Veo que no entiendes. No entiendes nada de lo que estoy diciendo.

Sixsmith, Eva. Because her name is a synonym for temptation: what treads nearer to the core of man? Because her soul swims in her eyes. Because I dream of creeping through the velvet folds to her room, where I let myself in, hum her a tune so-so-so softly, she stands with her naked feet on mine, her ear to my heart, and we waltz like string puppets. After that kiss, she says, “Vous embrassez comme un poisson rouge!” and in moonlight mirrors we fall in love with our youth and beauty. Because all my life, sophisticated, idiotic women have taken it upon themselves to understand me, to cure me, but Eva knows I’m terra incognita and explores me unhurriedly, like you did. Because she’s lean as a boy. Because her scent is almonds, meadow grass. Because if I smile at her ambition to be an Egyptologist, she kicks my shin under the table. Because she makes me think about something other than myself. Because even when serious she shines. Because she prefers travelogues to Sir Walter Scott, prefers Billy Mayerl to Mozart, and couldn’t tell C major from a sergeant major. Because I, only I, see her smile a fraction before it reaches her face. Because Emperor Robert is not a good man—his best part is commandeered by his unperformed music—but she gives me that rarest smile, anyway. Because we listened to nightjars. Because her laughter spurts through a blowhole in the top of her head and sprays all over the morning. Because a man like me has no business with this substance “beauty,” yet here she is, in these soundproofed chambers of my heart. Sincerely, R.F.

I was never a child; I never had a childhood. I cannot count among my memories warm, golden days of childish intoxication, long joyous hours of innocence, or the thrill of discovering the universe anew each day. I learned of such things later on in life from books. Now I guess at their presence in the children I see. I was more than twenty when I first experienced something similar in my self, in chance moments of abandonment, when I was at peace with the world. Childhood is love; childhood is gaiety; childhood knows no cares. But I always remember myself, in the years that have gone by, as lonely, sad, and thoughtful. Ever since I was a little boy I have felt tremendously alone―and "peculiar". I don't know why. It may have been because my family was poor or because I was not born the way other children are born; I cannot tell. I remember only that when I was six or seven years old a young aunt of mind called me vecchio―"old man," and the nickname was adopted by all my family. Most of the time I wore a long, frowning face. I talked very little, even with other children; compliments bored me; baby-talk angered me. Instead of the noisy play of the companions of my boyhood I preferred the solitude of the most secluded corners of our dark, cramped, poverty-stricken home. I was, in short, what ladies in hats and fur coats call a "bashful" or a "stubborn" child; and what our women with bare heads and shawls, with more directness, call a rospo―a "toad." They were right. I must have been, and I was, utterly unattractive to everybody. I remember, too, that I was well aware of the antipathy I aroused. It made me more "bashful," more "stubborn," more of a "toad" than ever. I did not care to join in the games played by other boys, but preferred to stand apart, watching them with jealous eyes, judging them, hating them. It wasn't envy I felt at such times: it was contempt; it was scorn. My warfare with men had begun even then and even there. I avoided people, and they neglected me. I did not love them, and they hated me. At play in the parks some of the boys would chase me; others would laugh at me and call me names. At school they pulled my curls or told the teachers tales about me. Even on my grandfather's farm in the country peasant brats threw stones at me without provocation, as if they felt instinctively that I belonged to some other breed.

They fell into con­tem­pla­tive si­lence until Jack asked, “Do you think un­mar­ried women fan­ta­size?” Luke looked up. “About what?” “About bed­ding.” “No. They wouldn’t know where to begin.” “Why?” “Why what?” “Why wouldn’t they know where to begin?” “Be­cause they don’t know the first thing about what goes on be­tween a man and a woman.” “Once they’ve learned they could fan­ta­size.” “Pos­si­bly.” “So Lady Cather­ine isn’t a vir­gin.

Lo sguardo delle donne assomiglia a certi congegni tranquilli in apparenza ma formidabili. Vi si passa vicino tutti i giorni pacificamente e impunemente, senza dubitare di nulla. Viene il momento in cui ci si dimentica anche che quella cosa è là. Si va, si viene, si sogna, si parla, si ride. A un tratto ci si sente presi! E' finita. Il congegno vi ha preso, lo sguardo vi ha catturato. Vi ha preso, non importa dove, né come, per una parte qualsiasi del vostro pensiero, per una distrazione. Un concatenamento di forze misteriose si impadronisce di voi. Vi dibattete invano. Non ci sono più soccorsi umani possibili. Cadete di ingranaggio in ingranaggio, di angoscia in angoscia, di tortura in tortura, voi, il vostro spirito, le vostre fortune, il vostro avvenire, l'anima vostra; e, a seconda che siate in potere di una creatura cattiva o di un nobile cuore, non uscirete da quella spaventosa macchina che sfigurato dalla vergogna o trasfigurato dalla passione.

Una familia disfuncional es aquella en que los miembros juegan papeles rígidos y en la cual la comunicación está severamente restringida a las declaraciones que se adecuan a estos roles. Los miembros no tienen libertad para expresar todo un espectro de experiencias, deseos, necesidades y sentimientos, sino que deben limitarse a jugar el papel que se adapte al de los demás miembros de la familia. En las familias disfuncionales, los aspectos principales de la realidad se niegan, y los papeles permanecen rígidos.

People who think that queer life consists of sex without intimacy are usually seeing only a tiny part of the picture, and seeing it through homophobic stereotype. The most fleeting sexual encounter is, in its way intimate. And in the way many gay men and lesbians live, quite casual sexual relations can develop into powerful and enduring friendships. Friendships, in turn, can cross into sexual relations and back. Because gay social life is not as ritualized and institutionalized as straight life, each relation is an adventure in nearly un-charted territory—whether it is between two gay men, or two lesbians, or a gay man and a lesbian, or among three or more queers, or between gay men and the straight women whose commitment to queer culture brings them the punishment of the "fag hag" label. There are almost as many kinds of relationship as there are people in combination. Where there are -patterns, we learn them from other queers, not from our-parents or schools or the state. Between tricks and lovers and exes and friends and fuckbuddies and bar friends and bar friends' tricks and tricks' bar friends and gal pals and companions "in the life," queers have an astonishing range of intimacies. Most have no labels. Most receive no public recognition. Many of these relations are difficult because the rules have to be invented as we go along. Often desire and unease add to their intensity, and their unpredictability. They can be complex and bewildering, in a way that arouses fear among many gay people, and tremendous resistance and resentment from many straight people. Who among us would give them up? Try standing at a party of queer friends and charting all the histories, sexual and nonsexual, among the people in the room. (In some circles this is a common party sport already.) You will realize that only a fine and rapidly shifting line separates sexual culture from many other relations of durability and care. The impoverished vocabulary of straight culture tells us that people should be either husbands and wives or (nonsexual) friends. Marriage marks that line. It is not the way many queers live. If there is such a thing as a gay way of life, it consists in these relations, a welter of intimacies outside the framework of professions and institutions and ordinary social obligations. Straight culture has much to learn from it, and in many ways has already begun to learn from it. Queers should be insisting on teaching these lessons. Instead, the marriage issue, as currently framed, seems to be a way of denying recognition to these relations, of streamlining queer relations into the much less troubling division of couples from friends.

After Kristallnacht, tight U.S. immigration laws were relaxed somewhat, allowing a trickle of people who wanted to leave Europe to enter the United States. Many of those given priority in a first wave of immigration were artists, writers, composers, and scientists, but even that very circumscribed immigration caused alarm. As late as 1939, 95 percent of Americans did not want any part of a European war.15 And, with the country’s economy still fragile, many people resented those fleeing it as needy hordes who would compete for scarce jobs and dwindling government support. Anti-immigration forces in Congress used fear as an excuse to deny foreigners entry. The House Committee on Un-American Activities was established in 1938 to investigate newcomers suspected of being communists or spies.16 Alarm and insecurity in some soon hardened into paranoia and hatred. In February 1939, twenty-two thousand people marched through Manhattan, giving fascist salutes and carrying U.S. flags as well as banners with swastikas, toward a pro-Nazi rally at Madison Square Garden.

Espero que mi propio sexo me disculpe si trato a las mujeres como criaturas racionales en vez de halagar sus encantos fascinantes y considerarlas como si estuvieran en un estado de eterna infancia, incapaces de valerse por sí mismas. Deseo de veras mostrar en qué consiste la verdadera dignidad y la felicidad humana. Deseo persuadir a las mujeres para que intenten adquirir fortaleza, tanto de mente como de cuerpo, y convencerlas de que las frases suaves, la sensibilidad de corazón, la delicadeza de sentimientos y el gusto refinado son casi sinónimos de epítetos de la debilidad, y que aquellos seres que son sólo objetos de piedad, y de esa clase de amor que ha sido denominada como su hermana, pronto se convertirán en objetos de desprecio. Desechando, pues, esas bellas frases femeninas que los hombres utilizan con condescendencia para dulcificar nuestra dependencia servil, y despreciando esa débil elegancia de mente, esa sensibilidad exquisita y dulce docilidad de conducta que se supone constituyen las características sexuales del recipiente más frágil, deseo mostrar que la elegancia es inferior a la virtud, que el primer objetivo de una loable ambición es adquirir un carácter como ser humano, sin tener en cuenta la distinción de sexo (p. 50-51).

Escric tan de pressa com puc, però soc incapaç de seguir el ritme de la Mariche. Ha dit puta i mare soltera a l'Ona. La Salome s'ha aixecat de la galleda de munyir. Parla amb la Mariche a crits. Li diu que a l'Ona la van deixar inconscient i la van violar, com a tantes d'altres, i ara, com a conseqüència, està embarassada. Com s'atreveix la Mariche a dir puta a l'Ona! Déu, en la creació del món, va adormir profundament Adam i, menter dormia, li va llevar una de les costelles, que va fer servir per crear Eva. Adam era una puta? La Mariche exclama: Adam era un home! La Salome no li fa cas, i continua: Que vols dir que Adam va ser-ne l'instigador? Que es podia protegir?

Aspiro a no depender de nadie, ni del hombre que adoro. No quiero ser su manceba, tipo innoble, la hembra que mantienen algunos individuos para que les divierta, como un perro de caza; ni tampoco que el hombre de mis ilusiones se me convierta en marido. No veo la felicidad en el matrimonio. Quiero, para expresarlo a mi manera, estar casada conmigo misma, y ser mi propia cabeza de familia. No sabré amar por obligación; sólo en la libertad comprendo mi fe constante y mi adhesión sin límites. Protesto, me da la gana de protestar contra los hombres que se han cogido todo el mundo por suyo, y no nos han dejado a nosotras más que las veredas estrechitas por donde ellos no saben andar...

Se amava quel viso non indulgente, era perché era netto, espressivo e risoluto. Vedeva, o gli sembrava di vedere, come tali qualità fossero state mascherate o soffocate da atteggiamenti più convenzionali: una modestia simulata, un'appropriata pazienza, un disprezzo che si spacciava per calma. Al suo peggio - oh, lui la vedeva chiaramente, malgrado la possessione che esercitava su di lui - al suo peggio guardava in basso e di traverso e sorrideva timidamente, e questo sorriso era quasi una smorfia meccanica, perché era una bugia, una convenzione, un breve forzato riconoscimento delle aspettative del mondo. Lu aveva visto subito, così gli pareva, ciò che lei era in essenza, seduta alla tavola di Crabb Robinson ad ascoltare dispute maschili, credendosi osservatrice inosservata. Se, rifletté, la maggior parte degli uomini avesse visto la durezza e la fierezza e la tirannia, sì, la tirannia di quel volto, se ne sarebbe ritratta. Il suo destino sarebbe stato di essere amata solo da timidi inetti, segretamente desiderosi che lei li punisse o li comandasse, o da anime candide, convinte che la fredda aria di delicato riserbo esprimesse una sorta di purezza femminile che tutti a quei tempi facevano mostra di desiderare. Ma lui aveva capito immediatamente che lei era per lui, che lei aveva qualcosa in comune con lui, lei com'era veramente o avrebbe potuto essere, se fosse stata libera.

Bebió el café recordándolas a todas y pensando que de todo lo creado por Dios en el mundo no hay nada que se compare a una mujer bonita, es el misterio y la atracción más grande de todos, lo que no se parece a nada, pues por más que las mujeres sean tan humanas como cualquier hombre, tienen algo más, algo que nunca tendremos nosotros, una atracción hecha de belleza, peligro, tentación, ternura, formas irrepetibles, suavidad, fuerza, tacto, caricia, respiración, todo ello incomparable. No lo tiene ningún hombre. Y ninguna mujer, teniéndolo todo, lo repite nunca; la combinación es siempre distinta. Dio gracias, bebiéndose su café, de haber amado a las mujeres. No iba a tener un premio mejor por haber nacido. Lo repitió: ése era su premio. Nacer para amar a una mujer.

We hear about every other kind of women- beautiful women, smart women, sophisticated women, career women, talented women, divorced women. But so seldom do we hear of a godly woman - or of a godly man for that matter.....It is a much nobler thing to be a good wife than to be Miss America......it is a far, far better thing in the realms of morals to be old-fashioned than to be ultra modern. The world has enough women who know how to hold their cocktails, who have lost all their illusions and their faith..... the world has enough woman who know how to be brilliant. It needs some who will be brave. The World had enough woman who are popular. It needs more who are pure. We need women, and men, too, who would rather be morally right than socially correct. " Quote from Peter Marshall in the book Un Compromising

Eccola dunque col pensiero laggiù. Le par d’essere ancora fanciulla, arrampicata sul belvedere del prete, in una sera di maggio. Una grande luna di rame sorge dal mare, e tutto il mondo pare d’oro e di perla. La fisarmonica riempie coi suoi gridi lamentosi il cortile illuminato da un fuoco d’alaterni il cui chiarore rossastro fa spiccare sul grigio del muro la figura svelta e bruna del suonatore, i visi violacei delle donne e dei ragazzi che ballano il ballo sardo. Le ombre si muovono fantastiche sull’erba calpestata e sui muri della chiesa; brillano i bottoni d’oro, i galloni argentei dei costumi, i tasti della fisarmonica: il resto si perde nella penombra perlacea della notte lunare. Noemi ricordava di non aver mai preso parte diretta alla festa, mentre le sorelle maggiori ridevano e si divertivano, e Lia accovacciata come una lepre in un angolo erboso del cortile forse fin da quel tempo meditava la fuga. La festa durava nove giorni di cui gli ultimi tre diventavano un ballo tondo continuo accompagnato da suoni e canti: Noemi stava sempre sul belvedere, tra gli avanzi del banchetto; intorno a lei scintillavano le bottiglie vuote, i piatti rotti, qualche mela d’un verde ghiacciato, un vassoio e un cucchiaino dimenticati; anche le stelle oscillavano sopra il cortile come scosse dal ritmo della danza. No, ella non ballava, non rideva, ma le bastava veder la gente a divertirsi perché sperava di poter anche lei prender parte alla festa della vita. Ma gli anni eran passati e la festa della vita s’era svolta lontana dal paesetto, e per poterne prender parte sua sorella Lia era fuggita di casa… Lei, Noemi, era rimasta sul balcone cadente della vecchia dimora come un tempo sul belvedere del prete.

Déu pot definir la nostra marxa d'una altra manera. I com creieu que definiria la nostra marxa?, diu l'Ona. Com un temps d'estimar, un temps de pau, diu la Mejal. Ahà!, fa l'Ona. Pica de mans, contenta. La Salome somriu. La Mejal està radiant. L'Agata gira el cos cap a l'esquerra, després cap a la dreta. (Em sorprèn una idea: potser és la primera vegada que les dones de Molotschna interpreten pel seu compte la paraula de Déu.) Sentirem angoixa, sentirem pena, sentirem incertesa, sentirem tristesa, però no culpabilitat, diu l'Agata. Podem tenir sentiment de culpabilitat, però sabem que no som culpables, l'esmena la Mariche. Les altres assenteixen, impacients. Podem tenir ganes de cometre un homicidi, però sabem que no som assassines, diu la Mejal. Podem sentir desitjos de venjança, però sabem que no som óssos rentadors, diu l'Ona. La Salome riu. Ens podem sentir perdudes, diu, però sabem que no som perdedores.

Vincent Marc Hoherz. On World Peace. ♡ A construct like religion doesn't exist, it never did and never will be existing. The principles of a peaceful life as a community of quarters, cities, communal districts, conglomerates over city-boundaries, national countries, continents, international communities and economical relations between each of these entities can only sustainably established by following the principles of Human Rights, Common Sense, Empathy and Constructivism like Friendship, Love, Reliability and Circumspection. Each and Everyone has to be registered, guided and assistently encouraged in accordance with their abilities. Women and Children are our most precious and Central Potential as a World-Community and have to be given any existing Security and Right to develop. Following these Principles, Women first, - will lead and only will lead to a Planet's stable Society. ♡ ‪#‎SophieHunger‬ ‪#‎EmilieWelti‬ ‪#‎EmmaWatson‬ ‪#‎HeForShe‬ ‪#‎UnWomen‬ ‪#‎Nato‬ ‪#‎World‬ ‪#‎WorldPeace‬ ‪#‎VincentMarcHoherz‬

I can hardly believe that our nation’s policy is to seek peace by going to war. It seems that President Donald J. Trump has done everything in his power to divert our attention away from the fact that the FBI is investigating his association with Russia during his campaign for office. For several weeks now he has been sabre rattling and taking an extremely controversial stance, first with Syria and Afghanistan and now with North Korea. The rhetoric has been the same, accusing others for our failed policy and threatening to take autonomous military action to attain peace in our time. This gunboat diplomacy is wrong. There is no doubt that Secretaries Kelly, Mattis, and other retired military personnel in the Trump Administration are personally tough. However, most people who have served in the military are not eager to send our young men and women to fight, if it is not necessary. Despite what may have been said to the contrary, our military leaders, active or retired, are most often the ones most respectful of international law. Although the military is the tip of the spear for our country, and the forces of civilization, it should not be the first tool to be used. Bloodshed should only be considered as a last resort and definitely never used as the first option. As the leader of the free world, we should stand our ground but be prepared to seek peace through restraint. This is not the time to exercise false pride! Unfortunately the Trump administration informed four top State Department management officials that their services were no longer needed as part of an effort to "clean house." Patrick Kennedy, served for nine years as the “Undersecretary for Management,” “Assistant Secretaries for Administration and Consular Affairs” Joyce Anne Barr and Michele Bond, as well as “Ambassador” Gentry Smith, director of the Office for Foreign Missions. Most of the United States Ambassadors to foreign countries have also been dismissed, including the ones to South Korea and Japan. This leaves the United States without the means of exercising diplomacy rapidly, when needed. These positions are political appointments, and require the President’s nomination and the Senate’s confirmation. This has not happened! Moreover, diplomatically our country is severely handicapped at a time when tensions are as hot as any time since the Cold War. Without following expert advice or consent and the necessary input from the Unites States Congress, the decisions are all being made by a man who claims to know more than the generals do, yet he has only the military experience of a cadet at “New York Military Academy.” A private school he attended as a high school student, from 1959 to 1964. At that time, he received educational and medical deferments from the Vietnam War draft. Trump said that the school provided him with “more training than a lot of the guys that go into the military.” His counterpart the unhinged Kim Jong-un has played with what he considers his country’s military toys, since April 11th of 2012. To think that these are the two world leaders, protecting the planet from a nuclear holocaust….

August, diu, sé el que són aquestes (assenyala les lletres). Són lletres. Però aquestes coses petites, què són? Li dic que són comes, que marquen una pausa curta, o un respir, al text. Ella somriu, després inspira, com si es volgués tornar a empassar les paraules, ficar-se-les altre cop dins del cos, potser per oferir unes paraules a la criatura que encara no ha nascut, la narració, la seva… Però no diu res més i jo maldo per respondre-li. Sabies, li dic, que hi ha una papallona que es diu Coma? Respira amb dificultat. És una reacció tan poc apropiada, tan còmica… Ah, sí?, pregunta. Sí, li dic, es diu Coma perquè… Però ella m'atura. No, diu, deixa-m'ho endevinar. Perquè vola de la fulla a la tija i al pètal, només amb una pausa molt breu? Perquè el seu viatge és la seva història, no parar mai, només una pausa breu, sempre en moviment? Somric i assenteixo. Exactament, dic, és això! L'Ona es clava un cop de puny al palmell: Ahà! Se'n torna al seu seient. Però no és veritat, no és aquesta la raó del nom de la papallona Coma. I per descomptat que hi ha punts en els textos, pauses en els viatges. Aturades. La raó autèntica, banal, és que la papallona té una taca a sota de l'ala que sembla una coma.

L’editore mandò cento copie del volume, per tutto compenso dell’opera: il valore non superava quello dell’olio e del vino rubati in cantina; e il grosso pacco piombò in casa come un bolide sconquassatore. La madre ne fu atterrita, la sera gli girò attorno con la diffidenza spaventata di un cane che vede un animale sconosciuto: per fortuna Cosima ricordò che un suo cugino in terzo grado aveva una bottega di barbiere e spacciava giornali e riviste. Era un intellettuale anche lui, a modo suo, perché mandava la corrispondenza locale al Giornale del capoluogo: e la proposta di Cosima, di spacciare qualche copia del romanzo fu da lui accolta con disinteresse completo. Ma per la scrittrice fu un disastro morale completo: non solo le zie inacidite, e i benpensanti del paese, e le donne che non sapevano leggere ma considerano i romanzi come libri proibiti, tutti si rivoltarono contro la fanciulla: fu un rogo di malignità, di supposizioni scandalose, di profezie libertine: la voce del Battista che, dalla prigione opaca della sua selvaggia castità urlava contro Erodiade era meno inesorabile. Lo stesso Andrea era scontento: non così aveva sognato la gloria della sorella: della sorella che si vedeva minacciata dal pericolo di non trovare marito.

Sí, ya sé que Gudrun, salvo en los momentos de excitación, sentía un vacío en su interior. Sentíase insegura. Últimamente, sin embargo, había tenido la impresión de que, mediante el amor fuerte y violento de Gerald, vivía con plenitud. Pero cuando se comparaba con Úrsula, el alma de Gudrum se sentía instatisfecha y celosa. Gudrun no estaba satisfecha, jamás lo estaría. ¿Qué le faltaba? El matrimonio, la maravillosa estabilidad del matrimonio. Dijera lo que dijese, quería esa estabilidad. Había mentido. La vieja idea del matrimonio era correcta. El matrimonio y el hogar. Sin embargo, en sus labios se formaba una mueca cuando pronunciaba estas dos palabras. Pensó en Gerald y en Shortlands, en el matrimonio y en el hogar. Bueno, más valía dejarlo. Gerald significaba mucho para Gudrun, pero... Quizá no fuera mujer apta para el matrimonio. Quizá fuera uno de esos seres exiliados de la vida, una de esas vidas errabundas y sin raíces. No, no, eso no podía ser verdad. De repente, Gudrun imaginó una estancia de color de rosa, en la que un hombre apuesto, vestido de etiqueta, la tomaba en sus brazos, yendo ella con un hermoso vestido de noche, y la besaba a la luz del fuego del hogar. Dio el título «Hogar» a ese cuadro. La factura del cuadro era académica".

Aquell bisbe substitut venia de l'Amèrica del Nord, i tenia una dona que no es trenava els cabells. Pel que sembla, va dir a la congregació que no creia en l'existència literal del cel i de l'infern. Alguns dels membres de la congregació van sospitar d'ell i, alarmats, el van fer fora de la colònia. Però abans d'anar-se'n encara va tenir temps de dir-los que no solament no creia en el cel i en l'infern, sinó que estava convençut que cap membre de la congregació hi creia de debò. Els va demanar que alcessin la mà els qui tenien un fill esgarriat, un de rebel que havia abandonat la colònia o un que havia manifestat que no tenia fe. Se'n van alçar unes quantes. Aleshores, el substitut va adreçar la pregunta següent als que s'havien manifestat: Si estimeu els vostres fills i esteu convençuts que quan es morin cremaran al foc de l'infern durant tota l'eternitat, com podeu restar aquí asseguts tan tranquils? Com podeu tornar a casa i gaudir d'un dinar boníssim a base de vernike i platz que us ha preparat la dona i relaxar-vos després a sota de l'edredó de plomes a fer una maddachschlop (migdiada), sabent que el vostre fill aviat cremarà per sempre més, esgargamellant-se en un sofriment etern? Si hi creguéssiu veritablement, no faríeu el que estigués a les vostres mans per aconseguir que es penedís, que acceptés sincerament Jesucrist i que obtingués el perdó? No regiraríeu cel i terra a la recerca d'aquests fills perduts, dels qui han deixat la colònia, o dels qui n'han estat expulsats, dels qui erren pel desert proverbial, dels qui considereu pecadors però continuen sent fills vostres, carn de la vostra carn i sang de la vostra sang, les vostres estimades criatures?