Uni Quotes

Think they have any bras in here that can get my babies to lie flat?" "They're called sports bras and they have a nasty side effect called the uni-boob.

I'm at uni for three months and suddenly I'm not straight any more.

You’re no princess. You’re a motherfucking queen. Don’t let anyone forget it, not even yourself. People think the king matters, but the queen brings down all the other pieces. Good luck in uni and chug a beer in my honor.

I haven't finished revisiting Sleeping Beauty. As a faerie tale, that one is rife with inherent difficulties. After all, the world doesn't stop just because one person is asleep.

I am free. I am haunted. But if nothing else, I am wide awake.

I didn't want the sun to rise. I didn't want the world to continue turning. I wanted the whole planet put into stasis until I could catch up.

And if I get a little chemically imbalanced in the head, like we all know I tend to get sometimes, and I don't want my parents or brother knowing, Will's like, 'We'll deal with it.' He's never said, 'I'll fix it up.' He just says, 'You're not up to going back to uni to finish your Honours this year? Big deal. There's next year. We'll deal with it.'" She nods. "That's what he does well.

Getting dumped is never really about getting dumped.' 'What is it about, then?' I ask. 'It's about every rejection you've ever experienced in your entire life. It's about the kids at school who called you names. And the parent who never came back. And the girls who wouldn't dance with you at the disco. And the school girlfriend who wanted to be single when she went to uni. And any criticism at work. When someone says they don't want to be with you, you feel the pain of every single one of those times in life where you felt like you weren't good enough. You live through all of it again.' 'I don't know how to get over it, Mum,' I say. 'At this point I'm so tired of myself. I don't know how to let go of her.' 'You don't let go once. That's your first mistake. You say goodbye over a lifetime. You might not have thought about her for ten years, then you'll hear a song or you'll walk past somewhere you once went together - something will come to the surface that you'd totally forgotten about. And you say another goodbye. You have to be prepared to let go and let go and let go a thousand times.' 'Does it get easier?' 'Much,' she says.

Death is more uni­ver­sal than life; everyone dies but not every­one lives.

The way people on Oomza Uni were so diverse and everyone handled that as if it were normal continued to surprise me. It was so unlike Earth, where wars were fought over and because of differences and most couldn't relate to anyone unless they were similar.

When we try to pick out any­thing by itself, we find it hitched to every­thing else in the Uni­verse.

It wouldn't be a unicorn without a horn. That's what the word means! Uni, for one. And then corn for, you know, horn. One-horned." "Yeah, but they're supposed to be all peaceful and nice. Why would a unicorn need a horn? What's it do with it?" Mini turned red. "I dunno. For shooting off magic and stuff." "Or they use it to maul things." "Thats horrible, Aru" They're unicorns. They're perfect.

Now I have a question," Otto wrote. "Fire away." "What do you see in him?" "Apart from the obvious?" "What’s the obvious? I’m afraid I’m not a teenage girl.

Est unis ex nobis. Nos defendat eius Grayson Hawthorne Scio Jameson Hawthorne

It seems to me that one of the great luxuries of life at this point is to do one thing at a time. One thing to which you give yourself wholeheartedly, uni-tasking.

A fierce hand gripped my chest, squeezing my lungs. No. it wasn't my lungs. It was my heart. It was breaking. Wasn't I stronger than this?

Every second the Universe divides into possibilities and most of those possibilities never happen. It is not a uni-verse — there is more than one reading. The story won’t stop, can’t stop, it goes on telling itself, waiting for an intervention that changes what will happen next. Love is an intervention.

Ea e mai sus ca mine, ea m-a biruit şi conştiinţa acestui fapt va fi puntea veşnică între mine şi dânsa, puntea pe care am ars-o, dar care nu s-a prăbuşit şi ne va uni mereu.

Non è che i poveri fossero più impauriti dei ricchi o più attaccati alla vita, ma avevano, più di loro, la tendenza a vivere in gruppo, avevano bisogno gli uni degli altri e di sostenersi a vicenda, di piangere o di ridere insieme.

Peo­ple are look­ing for how to put ev­ery­thing to­geth­er. They need a uni­fied field the­ory that com­bines glam­our and ho­li­ness, fash­ion and spir­itu­al­ity. Peo­ple need to rec­on­cile be­ing good and be­ing good-​look­ing.

Your social media is every bit as much of who you are as the clothes you wear, the bars you check into, the music you share, the car that drives you or who you date. Everyone judges you on them—your mates, teachers, Uni recruiters and employers.

Did you know I blush purple? Jamal’s teasing me about it." "Is he reading this?" I asked, horrified. "No." "Sorry I made you blush." "I’m not. Good night, Briar Rose." "Good night, blue-skinned alien.

Avec toute sa diversité ethnique et culturelle, il n'y a nulle part ailleurs comme Londres pour ce qui est de la tolérance, de la compassion et de l'humanité.

What we have is what it is, and all I want it to be...for now

What are you thinking?” I ask. “That I wish this was my home, too.” I have nothing to say to this, so I kiss him instead.

Bren's eyes always drew me, until I found myself drawing them.

Love with uni-consciousness. Live with purposefulness. Laugh with joyfulness.

Rimasero in silenzio mentre i loro occhi si cibavano gli uni degli altri, senza parole perché quelle tra loro erano inutili. L’alchimia che c’era stata sin dal loro primo incontro era qualcosa di indescrivibile che nessuno dei due aveva mai provato prima. Lui era lo Yang, il lato virile e potente dell’essenza che creavano insieme, e lei era lo Yin, la femminilità, la delicatezza che colmava le mancanze dell’altro. Solo insieme erano completi, lontani erano come un giocattolo rotto.

Ascoltate, perchè non siamo tutti come fratelli gli uni per gli altri? Perchè anche la persona migliore nasconde sempre qualcosa all'altro e non gliene parla? Perchè non dire francamente, subito, quello che si ha nel cuore, se si che le nostre parole non saranno dette al vento? Invece ognuno appare per così dire più burbero di quanto non sia effettivamente, come se tutti avessero paura di fare torto ai propri sentimenti se li esternassero troppo in fretta...

PENTRU CEI MAI SINGURI — Mă adresez vouă, tuturor celor care cunoaşteţi până unde poate merge singurătatea omului, până unde tristeţea de a fi poate să întunece viaţa şi tremurul fiinţei, să zguduie lumea aceasta. Şi mă adresez mai puţin pentru a afla ceea ce trăiesc şi eu, cât pentru a ne uni singurătăţile. Fraţi întru clipe de deznădejde, de tristeţe ascunsă şi de lacrimi nevărsate, ne uneşte pe toţi aceeaşi fugă nebună de viaţă, aceeaşi groază de a trăi, aceeaşi timiditate a nebuniei noastre. Ne-am pierdut curajul de prea multă singurătate şi am uitat să trăim, gândind prea mult viaţa. Oare toată singurătatea noastră să nu ne fi dus decât la moarte şi toate dezamăgirile, numai la renunţare? De ce nimicul să ne fie moartea? Am gândit prea mult pe noi înşine pentru ca viaţa să nu ne fi pedepsit şi am iubit prea mult moartea pentru a mai putea vorbi de iubire. Nu-i viaţă decât unde este un continuu început; iar noi n-am făcut decât să sfârşim viaţa în fiecare clipă, şi ce este toată fiinţa noastră decât un etern sfârşit? Nouă, celor mai singuri, celor cu viaţa alături de noi, cine ne va da speranţa de a uita să murim?

I smiled. I was starting to like being called Briar Rose.

At the Integral stages of development, the entire universe starts to make sense, to hang together, to actually appear as a uni-verse—a “one world”—a single, unified, integrated world that unites not only different philosophies and ideas about the world, but different practices for growth and development as well.

De nos jours, rien n'est plus mensonger que cette étiquette "pro-vie" dont s'affublent les militants antiavortements : un grand nombre d'entre eux sont aussi favorables à la peine de mort ou, aux Etats-Unis, à la libre circulation des armes (plus de quinze mille morts en 2017), et on ne le voit pas militer avec tant d'ardeur contre les guerres ni contre la pollution, dont on estime qu'elle a été responsable d'une mort sur six dans le monde en 2015. La vie ne les passionne que lorsqu'il s'agit de pourrir celles des femmes. Le natalisme est affaire de pouvoir, et non d'amour de l'humanité.

Je suis ravi pour ces révoltes qui se font entendre un peu partout dans le monde. Une chaine s’est brisée. En revanche, je reste très vigilant car nous avons vu comment les américains étaient impliqués en Tunisie et comment ils le sont avec l’armée de l’administration de Moubarak. En réalité nous avons deux dictateurs qui sont partis mais deux systèmes restent à réformer. Nous devrions tendre vers une démocratie transparente et incorruptible. Or, qui souhaite cela aujourd’hui ? Surement pas le gouvernement américain et encore moins les européens qui n’ont cessé de cautionner et de profiter des avantages des dictateurs. Et les Etats-Unis ne voudraient pas d’une vraie démocratie « transparente ». Même si Barack Obama clame le contraire, son administration a un tout autre programme.

ONCE YOU COMMIT TO A PATH AND TAKE ACTION, THINGS start to change. Said another way, when the Uni-verse knows you are serious, it starts to move into action right along with you.

La tyrannie de l'opinion, et quelle opinion! est aussi bête dans les petites villes de France, qu'aux États-Unis d'Amérique.

Love is the strange attractor, the allurement that holds the Uni-verse together.

I'm at uni for three months and suddenly I'm not straight anymore.

Gli innocenti che negano la propria colpa parlano esattamente come i colpevoli, di certo lo avrai notato, mio lettore. Chi li ascolta tende a non credere né agli uni né agli altri.

Les papiers des Etats-Unis n’ouvrent pas les portes du paradis. À désirer avec modération.

I mean, in a way it was crazy good. i've never had so much action with so many different women as when I joined those apps, not even at uni. I had to get myself tested every couple of weeks.

It is cer­tain­ly for­tu­nate for us that the num­bers (of quarks and antiquarks) are un­equal be­cause, if they had been the same, near­ly all the quarks and an­ti­quarks would have an­ni­hi­lat­ed each oth­er in the ear­ly uni­verse and left a uni­verse filled with ra­di­ation but hard­ly any mat­ter. There would then have been no galax­ies, stars, or plan­ets on which hu­man life could have de­vel­oped.

an­ti­quarks? Why are there not equal num­bers of each? It is cer­tain­ly for­tu­nate for us that the num­bers are un­equal be ear­ly uni­verse and left a uni­verse filled with ra­di­ation but hard­ly any mat­ter. There would then have been no galax­ies, stars, or plan­ets on which hu­man life could have de­vel­oped.

This is a uni-verse (”one song’). There’s one song playing everywhere and we are all notes in it. There are no “special” or “better” notes.Every note is necessary and contains the whole essence of the music. All the power and substance of the universe is seeking to sing its song through you as magnificently as it has ever been sung before.

After uni you spend the next few years winnowing those remaining friends down, realizing that you don't have the energy to trek across London or indeed the country to see people who have barely anything in common with you anymore.

A life coach? What does that mean? It doesn’t mean anything, does it? So they ‘coach’ people on how to live their lives? Why don’t they mind their own fucking business? They only call themselves life coaches because they can’t get a job. Because they’re unemployable. And they haven’t got any qualifications either. Do you think they went to Uni to study life coaching? Of course they didn’t. And who do they coach anyway? Do people go to them and ask to be coached on their lives? I hardly think so. They’d see a psychiatrist or a psychologist or someone with a bit of clout, wouldn’t they? They don’t coach anybody at all, do they? They’ve made it all up. So, there you have it. At the bottom end of the otherworldly, metaphysical scale, even less developed spiritually than Orphans or Horace, are Life Coaches.

My tribe is obsessed with innovation and technology, but it is small, private, and, as I said, we don’t like to leave Earth. We prefer to explore the universe by traveling inward, as opposed to outward. No Himba has ever gone to Oomza Uni. So me being the only one on the ship was not that surprising. However, just because something isn’t surprising doesn’t mean it’s easy to deal with.

Signora, tutte le religioni sono vere, per quanto possano sembrare tra di loro opposte. Sono simboli differenti della stessa realtà, sono come la stessa frase detta in varie lingue; tanto che non si intendono gli uni con gli altri anche dicendo la stessa cosa.

We Three had never Wed, not truly Lov’d, but once Night fell again, and if we found ourselves Resident here, might strike the ‘never’- stanley ‘prefesser’ lippert For uni we are ended, ‘never’ may not be truly said. jack ‘malarky’ fuller And love may yet be ours gene ‘rascal’ kane

Il nostro cuore non è fatto di pietra. La pietra a un certo punto può andare in frantumi, sbriciolarsi, perdere ogni forma. Ma il cuore non può andare in frantumi. E questa cosa senza forma che ci portiamo dentro, buona o cattiva che sia, possiamo trasmetterla gli uni agli altri senza limiti.

L'image la plus simple de la vie organique unie à la rotation est la marée. Du mouvement de la mer, coït uniforme de la terre avec la lune, procède le coït polymorphe et organique de la terre et du soleil. Mais la première forme de l'amour solaire est un nuage qui s'élève au-dessus de l'élément liquide. Le nuage érotique devient parfois orage et reombe vers la terre sous forme de pluie pendant que la foudre défonce les couches de l'atmosphère. La pluie se redresse aussitôt sous forme de plante immobile. La vie animale est entièrement issue du mouvement des mers et, à l'intérieur des corps, la vie continue à sortir de l'eau salée. La mer a jouée ainsi le rôle de l'organe femelle qui devient liquide sous l'excitation. La mer se branle continuellement. Les éléments solides contenus et brassés par l'eau animée d'un mouvemnet érotique en jaillissent sous forme de poissons volants.

Azi, din pricina lipsei de organizare, nouăzeci la sută cel puţin din munca creierului omenesc se risipeşte. Închipuieşte-ţi ce-ar fi când s-ar uni, printr-o organizare perfectă, sforţările mintale ale tuturor oamenilor spre aceeaşi ţintă!... Câţi oameni trăiesc azi pe pământ? Două miliarde, să zicem... Ei bine, ar mai exista oare necunoscutul dacă două miliarde de kilograme de materie cenuşie, într-un avânt comun, ar porni la asaltul porţilor închise?

And if I get a little chemically imbalanced in the head, like we all know I tend to get sometimes, and I don’t want my parents or brother knowing, Will’s like, ‘We’ll deal with it.’ He’s never said, ‘Snap out of it,’ and he’s never said, ‘I don’t get it,’ and he’s never said, ‘I’ll fix it up.’ He just says, ‘You’re not up to going back to uni to finish your Honors this year? Big deal. There’s next year. We’ll deal with it.’” She nods. “That’s what he does well.

Ognuno all'inizio è una nave inaffondabile. Poi ci succedono alcune cose: persone che ci lasciano, che non ci amano, che non ci capiscono o che non capiamo, e ci perdiamo, sbagliamo, ci facciamo male gli uni con gli altri. E lo scafo comincia a creparsi. E quando si rompe non c'è niente da fare, la fine è inevitabile.

Zach was still there. He wasn’t going anywhere. He was going to stick around while she finished uni and traveled and got a job and got married and got old. Just because he chose death didn’t mean Zoe couldn’t choose life. He was still there in her heart and her memory, and he was going to stay beside her, keeping her company right until the end.

What should I do?" I turned to Negin. "I don't know." "Are you a doctor or not?" I screeched. "As I have said a thousand times, I won't be a doctor for seven years.

Пролетта е религия, по-стара от Месопотамия.

La tyrannie de l’opinion, et quelle opinion ! est aussi bête dans les petites villes de France qu’aux États- Unis d’Amérique.

The best value translations of the Poetic Edda are by Hollander from Texas Uni Press, or by Larrington of Oxford Uni Press.

When your ego surrenders to the Higher Self, you become a Human Angel: a radiating center of Light, an active and conscious part of the Uni-versal project of Love.

Tribal”: that’s what they called humans from ethnic groups too remote and “uncivilized” to regularly send students to attend Oomza Uni. Over

Ognuno all'inizio è una nave inaffondabile. Poi ci succedono alcune cose: persone che ci lasciano, che non ci amano, che non capiscono o che noi non capiamo, e ci perdiamo, sbagliamo, ci facciamo male, gli uni con gli altri. E lo scafo comincia a creparsi. E quando si rompe non c'è niente da fare, la fine è inevitabile. Però c'è un sacco di tempo tra quando le crepe cominciano a formarsi e quando andiamo a pezzi. Ed è solo in quel momento che possiamo vederci, perchè vediamo fuori di noi dalle nostre fessure e dentro gli altri attraverso le loro.

Là, enfin, tous furent heureux, unis dans le présent comme ils l'avaient été dans le passé; mais jamais ils ne devaient oublier cette île, sur laquelle ils étaient arrivés, pauvres et nus, cette île qui, pendant quatre ans, avait suffi à leurs besoins, et dont il ne restait plus qu'un morceau de granit battu par les lames du Pacifique, tombe de celui qui fut le capitaine Nemo!

We continued dancing as a swift gale wheeled through the hills of Santa Cruz. Xuan leaned down to whisper into my ear, his lips lightly brushing the helix. “Once upon a time there was a boy, and he loved a girl very much. He was sad because he didn’t think the girl noticed him. Until one day the uni- verse intervened and a beautiful comet brought them together after a tragic accident occurred that day. The boy and the girl found comfort and friendship in each other that night. And something new and extraordinary began to blossom under the heavens, something that would burn with such bright- ness that all the stars would be in awe. And the boy fell madly in love with the girl and promised to always find her, in this life and the next.” “That’s my favorite story.” Xuan smiled. “It’s the best one I’ve ever told, Ms. Steel.

Caos e spavento dominavano questi anni. Era come se un branco di belle belve congiurasse contro il loro domatore, che era ancor più bestiale, e come se, per paura di quest'uomo, si scagliassero gli uni sugli altri.

Cosa li spinge a questa vita, cosa li spinge a combattere, dimmi? [...] E' l'offesa della loro vita, il buio della loro strada, il suicidio della loro casa, le parole oscene imparate fin da bambini, la fatica di dover essere cativi. E basta un nulla, un passo falso, un impennamento dell'anima e ci si ritrova dall'altra parte, come Pelle, dalla brigata nera, a sparare con lo stesso furore, con lo stesso odio, contro gli uni o contro gli altri, fa lo stesso.

Whenever there is something planned in my life—either meeting a friend, going on a school or uni trip, going for a walk, or, like today, starting an internship—when it actually comes to the day I have to go through with the plan, it goes from being something I’m excited about to something I dread. If I arrange to go to the cinema in a week’s time, for instance, when the time to go comes around, it becomes the last thing I want to do. My instinct, always, is to stay in.

Maar als de Europese instellingen principieel niet bereid zijn om de geschiedenis en de tradities van hun werelddeel te accepteren en die erfenis niet als essentieel kenmerk van de eigen toekomst te erkennen, dan zal de Europese Unie door haar burgers nooit anders beschouwd worden als een lege huls, die zij bereid zijn te tolereren zolang het met de maatschappij goed gaat, maar die zij zonder aarzelen zullen opofferen zodra andere politieke alternatieven een betere toekomst lijken te bieden.

It's about every rejection you've ever experienced in your entire life. It's about the kids at school who called you names. And the parent who never came back. And the girls who wouldn't dance with you at the disco. And the school girlfriend who wanted to be single when she went to uni. And any criticism at work. When someone says they don't want to be with you, you feel the pain of every single one of those times in life where you felt like you weren't good enough. You live through all of it again.

You simply live your life in a wonderful way. Everything takes care of itself, and you notice that your consciousness is expanding. It began by thinking of yourself, and now it is expanding to take in the world, to take in the universe. And then you begin to see everything in this uni­verse as an image on the screen, and you are the screen. You never worry again. You never fear anything again. You understand the wholeness of everything, and there are no mistakes. All is well. Nothing is wrong. (p. 75)

He brushed his hand over my cheek and a thought of a wild briar-rose hedge surrounding a beautiful castle flashed into my mind. Sleeping Beauty's castle. Only he didn't see me as the cursed and passive beauty, quietly waiting to be awakened by her Prince Charming. I was the stunning rose hedge, wild and impenetrable and strong enough to withstand a hundred years of people trying to hack their way through it to the vulnerable innocents I would protect. A hedge that knew which person, which people, to let inside.

De mensen in de Sovjet-Unie is elke vorm van politieke vrijheid ontzegd, niet alleen de vrijheid van vereniging, maar ook de vrijheid van denken, van mening en van publieke meningsuiting[...]. Toen Stalin stierf, waren de laden van de schrijvers en de artiesten leeg [...]. Daarmee wil ik niet het verschil tussen tirannieke censuur en vrijheid van de kunsten minimaliseren, maar wel het feit beklemtonen dat het verschil tussen clandestiene literatuur en geen literatuur gelijk is aan het verschil tussen één en nul.

Nothing is wrong with me? I thought. Not unclean? It’s just . . . a new part of me I need to learn to control? I’d come all this way to go on my pilgrimage because I’d thought my body was trying to tell me something was wrong with it. I hadn’t wanted to admit it to myself, but I’d thought I’d broken myself because of the choices I’d made, because of my actions, because I’d left my home to go to Oomza Uni. Because of guilt. The relief I felt was so all encompassing that I wanted to lie down on the rug and just sleep. Ariya

I thought our school, like, makes you apply to uni in Year 13. Or at least apprenticeships and stuff. Even if you don’t accept the place in the end.” He raises his eyebrows. “You know, school can’t really make you do anything.” The truth of this statement is like a punch in the face.

Ce înseamnă a iubi pe cineva? A-l desprinde întotdeauna dintr-o masă, a-l extrage dintr-un grup, chiar și restrâns, din care face parte fie și doar prin intermediul familiei sau prin altceva; și apoi a căuta să afli care sunt propriile lui haite, mulțimile pe care le conține în el însuși și care sunt, poate, de o cu totul altă natură. A le uni cu ale tale, a le face să pătrundă în ale tale și a pătrunde tu însuți în ale lui. Celeste nunți, mulțimi de mulțimi. Nu există iubire care să nu fie un exercițiu de depersonalizare pe un corp fără organe ce se cere creat; și doar în punctul cel mai înalt al acestei depersonalizări poate cineva să fie numit, își primește numele sau prenumele, își dobândește discernabilitatea cea mai intensă prin surprinderea instantanee a multiplilor care îi aparțin și cărora le aparține. ... sfârșitul iubirii îl restituie indiscernabilului. (Gilles Deleuze et Félix Guattari)

when they leave uni it’s gonna be with a huge debt and crazy competition for jobs and the outrageous rental prices out there mean her generation will have to move back home forever, which will lead to even more of them despairing at the future and what with the planet about to go to shit with the United Kingdom soon to be disunited from Europe which itself is hurtling down the reactionary road and making fascism fashionable again and it’s so crazy that the disgusting perma-tanned billionaire has set a new intellectual and moral low by being president of America and basically it all means that the older generation has RUINED

Il est sans intérêt à mon sens de discuter sur "our way of life" ou sur celle des Russes. Dans les deux cas, un ensemble de traditions et de coutumes ne constitue pas un ensemble très structuré. Il est beaucoup plus intelligent de s'interroger pour connaître les institutions et les traditions utiles ou nuisibles aux hommes, bénéfiques ou maléfiques pour leur destin. Il faut alors tenter d'utiliser ainsi le meilleur désormais reconnu, sans se préoccuper de savoir si on le réalise actuellement chez nous ou ailleurs.

Čujem priču o čovjeku koji je prije osamdesete imao 40,000 žena. Pitali ga da li se sjeća ičega zanimljivog, uzbudljivih detalja, itd. Čovjek je odgovorio da se eto ničega posebnog ne sjeća, da mu je to bilo isto kao popiti čašu vode. Ako se ova priča stavi u širi kontekst življenja, onda su sva putovanja, raftinzi na Uni, vožnje motorcikolom po francuskim plažama, izvanbračne avanture, seks, itd., samo divlji oganj, lažna vatra, koja gori ali ne grije, kako reče velikan hrvatskog pjesništva S S Kranjčević u "Mir Vam!". Jedino što je izvorno i istinito su momenti koji su nam dani, a ako su nam dani, nema razloga da za njima tumaramo. Ta, doći će ionako, najčešće iznenada, ako Gospod to tako odluči. Ako odluči?

There is a river that runs through time and the uni-verse, vast and inexplicable, a flow of spirit that is at the heart of all existence, and every molecule of our being is a part of it. And what is God but the whole of that river? Perhaps the most important truth I've learned across the whole of my life is that it's only when I yield to the river and embrace the journey that I find peace.

You will encounter a fifth taste. Umami: uni, or sea urchin, anchovies, Parmesan, dry-aged beef with a casing of mold. It’s glutamate. Nothing is a mystery anymore. They make MSG to mimic it. It’s the taste of ripeness that’s about to ferment. Initially, it serves as a warning. But after a familiarity develops, after you learn its name, that precipice of rot becomes the only flavor worth pursuing, the only line worth testing.

In the emerging picture of mankind in the universe, the future (if it exists) will surely entail discoveries about space and time which will open up whole new perspectives in the relationship between mankind, mind, and the uni-verse.… But what is now? There is no such thing in physics;it is not even clear that ‘now’ could ever be described, let alone explained, in terms of physics.… Notions such as ‘the past,’ ‘the present’ and ‘the future’ seem to be more linguistic than physical.… There is no universal now, but only a personal one—a ‘here and now.’ This strongly suggests that we look to the mind, rather than to the physical world, as the origin of the division of time into past, present, and future.…There is none of this in physics.… No physical experiment has ever been performed to detect the passage of time. As soon as the objective world of reality is considered, the passage of time disappears like a ghost into the night.

Als ik patriottistisch moet zijn, wil ik een paradoxale patriot zijn van het vervallen mozaïek van kinderachtig verdeelde landjes tussen de Atlantische Oceaan en de Oeral, waar patriottisme al zoveel graven heeft gedolven dat het geen deugd meer is. Ik wil een patriot zijn van de Europese Unie, die dag in, dag uit worstelt met achterhaalde nationale deelbelangen en moedig blijft worstelen. Niemand houdt van de Europese Unie, maar ik wel. Ik houd van de poëtische traagheid en de kloekmoedige taaiheid waarmee dit wereldwonder van complexiteit en compromissen wordt vormgegeven.

«Che bel quadretto,» commentò. «I tre evangelisti aggrappati gli uni agli altri si apprestano all'ascensione impossibile.» «Accidenti,» disse Mathias sollevando Lucien, «perché gli abbiamo dato il terzo piano?» «Mica sapevamo che beveva come una spugna,» disse Marc. «E poi ti ricordo che non si poteva fare diversamente. L'ordine cronologico prima di tutto: al piano terra l'ignoto, il mistero originale, il disordine generale, il magma primordiale, insomma, le stanze comuni. Al primo piano, vago superamento del caos, qualche modesto tentativo, l'uomo nudo si raddrizza in silenzio, insomma, tu, Mathias. Risalendo la scala del tempo...» «Cosa c'è da gridare?» domandò Vandoosler il Vecchio. «Sta declamando,» disse Mathias. «È pur sempre un suo diritto. Non ci sono orari per gli oratori.» «Risalendo la scala del tempo,» continuò Marc, «scavalcata l'antichità, l'agevole ingresso nel glorioso secondo millennio, i contrasti, gli ardimenti e gli stenti medievali, insomma, io, al secondo piano. Dopodiché, al piano superiore, il degrado, la decadenza, il contemporaneo. Insomma, lui,» pro- seguì Marc scuotendo Lucien per un braccio. «Lui, al terzo piano, che con la sua vergognosa Grande Guerra chiude la stratigrafia della Storia e della Scala. Ancora più su il padrino, che in un modo tutto suo porta avanti lo scardinamento del presente.» Marc si fermò e tirò un sospiro. «Capisci che, anche se sarebbe più pratico sistemare questo qui al primo piano, non possiamo mica permetterci di sconvolgere la cronologia rovesciando la stratigrafia della scala. La scala del tempo è tutto quel che ci resta, Mathias! Vuoi buttare all'aria la tromba delle scale, che è l'unica cosa che abbiamo messo in ordine? L'unica, caro mio! Non possiamo permettercelo.»

Ainsi, l’Éducation nationale et l’abolition officielle des charges héréditaires ont contribué à saper les divisions traditionnelles de classe car, désormais, c’était l’enseignement supérieur et non la naissance qui opérait comme tremplin vers une haute fonction publique. Cela explique en partie pourquoi, parmi les quatorze grandes démocraties riches du monde d’aujourd’hui, le Japon est celle dont la répartition des richesses est la plus égalitaire, et celle qui compte le plus petit nombre de milliardaires parmi sa population ; les États-Unis se situent à l’extrême opposé dans les deux cas.

He’d sit through me screaming along to Moulin Rouge and I’d sit through him reciting every line from Back To The Future. I tried to learn the guitar using his guitar, but gave up because I was shit. He helped me paint a night-time cityscape mural on my bedroom wall. We watched four seasons of The Office. We sat in each other’s rooms with our laptops on our legs; he kept falling asleep at random times of the day; I kept persuading him that Just Dance sessions were a good idea; we discovered that we were both very passionate about Monopoly. I didn’t do any homework when I was with him. He didn’t do any uni reading when he was with me.

Allargo le braccia e ci avviciniamo gli uni agli altri. Se devo essere onesto, l’abbraccio di gruppo sembra un po’ forzato. Ma forse non è un male. Ci stiamo impegnando per riavvicinarci, e questo è bello. Forse un giorno sarà di nuovo facile. Possiamo ripartire a poco a poco, ricominciando a seguirci su Instagram e tenendo viva la chat di gruppo. Possiamo programmare delle uscite invece di fare come ai bei vecchi tempi, quando ci presentavamo direttamente a casa dell’uno o dell’altro. Possiamo tornare a come eravamo, o tornare abbastanza vicino a come eravamo. Questa estate con più repliche di quante io ne possa contare mi dà speranza che troveremo il modo

Ces dernières décennies, le référendum a souvent été mis en avant comme un moyen efficace de réformer la démocratie. À une époque où la société s’individualise et où la société civile pèse moins lourd qu’autrefois, il a paru utile à beaucoup d’observateurs de demander directement à la population son avis sur des dossiers controversés. Les référendums sur la Constitution européenne aux Pays-Bas, en France et en Irlande ont quelque peu refroidi le zèle en faveur de ce mode de décision. Pourtant, il bénéficie encore d’une grande popularité, comme en témoignent les référendums projetés sur l’autonomie de la Catalogne et de l’Écosse, et sur le retrait du Royaume-Uni de l’Union européenne. Les référendums et la démocratie délibérative sont apparentés dans la mesure où, dans un cas comme dans l’autre, le citoyen ordinaire est consulté, mais les mécanismes sont pour le reste totalement opposés : lors d’un référendum, on demande à tout le monde de voter sur un sujet à propos duquel, le plus souvent, peu de gens sont informés ; lors d’un projet délibératif, on demande à un échantillon représentatif de la population de délibérer sur un sujet à propos duquel il obtient le plus d’informations possible. Lors d’un référendum, les gens réagissent encore très souvent avec leurs tripes ; lors d’une délibération, c’est une opinion publique éclairée qui s’exprime.

He sometimes thought that the real thing that distinguished him and Malcolm from Jude and Willem was not race or wealth, but Jude’s and Willem’s depthless capacity for wonderment: their childhoods had been so paltry, so gray, compared to his, that it seemed they were constantly being dazzled as adults. The June after they graduated, the Irvines had gotten them all tickets to Paris, where, it emerged, they had an apartment—“a tiny apartment,” Malcolm had clarified, defensively—in the seventh. He had been to Paris with his mother in junior high, and again with his class in high school, and between his sophomore and junior years of college, but it wasn’t until he had seen Jude’s and Willem’s faces that he was able to most vividly realize not just the beauty of the city but its promise of enchantments. He envied this in them, this ability they had (though he realized that in Jude’s case at least, it was a reward for a long and punitive childhood) to still be awestruck, the faith they maintained that life, adulthood, would keep presenting them with astonishing experiences, that their marvelous years were not behind them. He remembered too watching them try uni for the first time, and their reactions—like they were Helen Keller and were just comprehending that that cool splash on their hands had a name, and that they could know it—made him both impatient and intensely envious. What must it feel like to be an adult and still discovering the world’s pleasures?

they’re all stuffed anyway, they agree when they leave uni it’s gonna be with a huge debt and crazy competition for jobs and the outrageous rental prices out there mean her generation will have to move back home forever, which will lead to even more of them despairing at the future and what with the planet about to go to shit with the United Kingdom soon to be disunited from Europe which itself is hurtling down the reactionary road and making fascism fashionable again and it’s so crazy that the disgusting perma-tanned billionaire has set a new intellectual and moral low by being president of America and basically it all means that the older generation has RUINED EVERYTHING and her generation is doooooomed unless they wrest intellectual control from their elders sooner rather than later

Chaque fois que je vais dans un super-market, ce qui du reste m'arrive rarement, je me crois en Russie. C'est la même nourriture imposée d'en haut, pareille où qu'on aille, imposée par des trusts au lieu de l'être par des organismes d’État. Les États-Unis, en un sens, sont aussi totalitaires que l'URSS, et dans l'un comme dans l'autre pays, et comme partout d'ailleurs, le progrès (c'est-à-dire l'accroissement de l'immédiat bien-être humain) ou même le maintien du présent état de choses dépend de structures de plus en plus complexes et de plus en plus fragiles. Comme l'humanisme un peu béat du bourgeois de 1900, le progrès à jet continu est un rêve d'hier. Il faut réapprendre à aimer la condition humaine telle qu'elle est, accepter ses limitations et ses dangers, se remettre de plain-pied avec les choses, renoncer à nos dogmes de partis, de pays, de classes, de religions, tous intransigeants et donc tous mortels. Quand je pétris la pâte, je pense aux gens qui ont fait pousser le blé, je pense aux profiteurs qui en font monter artificiellement le prix, aux technocrates qui en ont ruiné la qualité - non que les techniques récentes soient nécessairement un mal, mais parce qu'elles se sont mises au service de l'avidité qui en est un, et parce que la plupart ne peuvent s'exercer qu'à l'aide de grandes concentrations de forces, toujours pleines de potentiels périls. Je pense aux gens qui n'ont pas de pain, et à ceux qui en ont trop, je pense à la terre et au soleil qui font pousser les plantes. Je me sens à la fois idéaliste et matérialiste. Le prétendu idéaliste ne voit pas le pain, ni le prix du pain, et le matérialiste, par un curieux paradoxe, ignore ce que signifie cette chose immense et divine que nous appelons "la matière". (p. 242)

Văzând în fapta lui jignire, Boierii şi-au ieşit din fire: „Vecinu-i fire prost crescută, Un farmazon, un om năuc: Bea roşul vin ca un haiduc, La doamne mâna nu sărută, Doar da şi nu, nicicând poftim” - îl osândiră unanim. În satul său, pe-aceeaşi vreme Un alt boier sosi-n vecini, Stârnind aidoma dileme La moşierii cei meschini. Vladimir Lenski se numeşte, Direct din Gottirsgen soseşte: Frumos şi tânăr şi poet, Lui Kant discipol, interpret, El din Germania ceţoasă Aduse roadele ştiinţei — S-aline greul suferinţei; Fiinţă-aprinsă, curioasă, Cu negrul păr adus pe spate Vorbea cu foc de libertate. Adică francmason, aici în sens de liber-cugetător. Ferit de tina infamiei, Cu sufletul cuprins de-ardoare, Credea-n căldura prieteniei Şi-n duioşie de fecioare. În inima-i ce ignoranţă! — Nutrea statornic o speranţă. Şi-a lumii larmă, strălucire îi răscoleau tânăra-i fire, împodobind ideea-n haină De reverii şi dulce vis; Scruta cu sufletul deschis în viaţă-un scop, în lume-o taină Ce-i frământa adânca minte, …Visând minuni, ţintind nainte! Credea el că un suflet mare Se va uni cu el, odată, Că chipul gingaşei fecioare L-aşteaptă undeva curată; Sau că amicii-s plini de zel Să poarte lanţuri pentru el, Să sfarme-n ţăndări braţul lor Ulciorul clevetirilor; Că-n viaţă sunt aleşi ai sorţii, Prieteni sfinţi ai omenirii, Ce hărăziţi sunt nemuririi, Cu veşnica văpaie-a torţii Şi cu raza ei de înnoire S-aducă-n lume fericire. Revolta şi compătimirea, iubirea binelui avea Şi-a slavei dulce pătimire De june-n sânge-i clocotea. El lira şi-o plimba cu sete Sub cerul lui Schiller şi Goethe Şi sufletu-i vibra patetic, Aprins de jarul lor poetic. Şi-a muzelor înaltă artă N-a ruşinat-o el nicicând. Şi nimeni de semeţu-i gând N-a fost în stare să-l despartă, De dorul sfânt al tinereţii Şi gingăşia simplităţii.

Revenons donc à nos poncifs, ou plutôt à quelques-uns d’entre eux : 1° Le XIXe siècle est le siècle de la science. 2° Le XIXe siècle est le siècle du progrès. 3° Le XIXe siècle est le siècle de la démocratie, qui est progrès et progrès continu. 4° Les ténèbres du moyen âge. 5° La Révolution est sainte, et elle a émancipé le peuple français. 6° La démocratie, c’est la paix. Si tu veux la paix, prépare la paix. 7° L’avenir est à la science. La Science est toujours bienfaisante. 8° L’instruction laïque, c’est l’émancipation du peuple. 9° La religion est la fille de la peur. 10° Ce sont les États qui se battent. Les peuples sont toujours prêts à s’accorder. 11° Il faut remplacer l’étude du latin et du grec, qui est devenue inutile, par celle des langues vivantes, qui est utile. 12° Les relations de peuple à peuple vont sans cesse en s’améliorant. Nous courons aux États-Unis d’Europe. 13° La science n’a ni frontières, ni patrie. 14° Le peuple a soif d’égalité. 15° Nous sommes à l’aube d’une ère nouvelle de fraternité et de justice. 16° La propriété, c’est le vol. Le capital, c’est la guerre. 17° Toutes les religions se valent, du moment qu’on admet le divin. 18° Dieu n’existe que dans et par la conscience humaine. Cette conscience crée Dieu un peu plus chaque jour. 19° L’évolution est la loi de l’univers. 20° Les hommes naissent naturellement bons. C’est la société qui les pervertit. 21° Il n’y a que des vérités relatives, la vérité absolue n’existe pas. 22° Toutes les opinions sont bonnes et valables, du moment que l’on est sincère. Je m’arrête à ces vingt-deux âneries, auxquelles il serait aisé de donner une suite, mais qui tiennent un rang majeur par les innombrables calembredaines du XIXe siècle, parmi ce que j’appellerai ses idoles. Idoles sur chacune desquelles on pourrait mettre un ou plusieurs noms.

There was once a time when no one really noticed me at all. When I was invisible to the world..." He smiles faintly, as if sharing a private joke with himself. As is recalling some distant memory that makes sense to him alone. My heart stutters. Stops. Could it be...? "So what changed?" My voice is hardly more than a whisper. "Getting into a good uni? Getting recognized?" He shakes his head. "No. No, on the contrary, after I got into Harvard and started winning all these awards... I felt more invisible than ever. People were complimenting me, congratulating me left and right, saying my name over and over again, but none of that really mattered. It was only when I left to teach English- to do something I genuinely cared about, that made me feel like myself- that everything started to get better." He looks over at me, his eyes crinkling. "Descartes was wrong, you know, when he said 'To live well, you must live unseen.' To live well, you must learn to see yourself first. Do you understand what I'm saying?" And I do. I do.

Quando il connubio tra uomini, donne e macchine sarà completo, questo genere di letteratura diventerà obsoleto perché allora ci comprenderemo troppo bene. Abiteremo una comunità di intelligenze a cui avremo accesso immediato. La connessione avrà raggiunto livelli tali che i grumi isolati di soggettività si dissolveranno in un oceano di pensieri, di cui internet, per come la conosciamo, non è che la rudimentale anticipazione. Arrivando a poter dimorare nella mente gli uni degli altri, perderemo la capacità di mentire. I nostri racconti cesseranno di essere interminabili cronache di malintesi. La letteratura perderà la propria malsana fonte di nutrimento. E l'haiku, nella sua lapidaria, immobile e tersa percezione e celebrazione delle cose per quello che sono, rimarrà l'unica forma imprescindibile. Sono sicuro che faremo tesoro della letteratura del passato, per quanto possa inorridirci. Ci guarderemo indietro, meravigliandoci della bravura con cui individui di tempi remoti hanno saputo descrivere i loro difetti, di come hanno ideato geniali favole non senza speranza, a partire dai loro conflitti, dalle loro mostruose inadeguatezze e dalla reciproca incomprensione.

One UniVerse for the Living While palaces attest to the power of men, And monuments mark their wars, Little remains of the women who've been- Except for the sons that they bore. But the voices of women were baked into bread And later buttered with epics While the souls of their daughters Stitched with fine thread Became tapestries stored in attics. And all through the ages Men boasted like beasts Erecting pillars of marble and stone, But still they found themselves only to be Sculpted of flesh and bone. Philosophers pondered the nature of gods Outlawing temptations that plagued them And earning themselves, against all odds, The power to punish the pagans. By writing themselves into sacred books The clergymen sealed our fate To follow decrees that have their roots In nothing but misguided hate. So, children of Adam and invisible Eve, challenge the wisdom of sages. Don’t be so sure sacred scrolls that you read Aren't filled with human pages. Walk in the wilderness. Eat of the fruit. Don't let them buy you with wages. Plant your own garden. Drink of the wine. Learn how to be courageous. Hearts that are hardened To what is divine Have honored the dead too long. Search for the stories Baked into bread And eat until you are strong.

Geopolitics is ultimately the study of the balance between options and lim­itations. A country's geography determines in large part what vulnerabilities it faces and what tools it holds. "Countries with flat tracks of land -- think Poland or Russia -- find building infrastructure easier and so become rich faster, but also find them­selves on the receiving end of invasions. This necessitates substantial stand­ing armies, but the very act of attempting to gain a bit of security automat­ically triggers angst and paranoia in the neighbors. "Countries with navigable rivers -- France and Argentina being premier examples -- start the game with some 'infrastructure' already baked in. Such ease of internal transport not only makes these countries socially uni­fied, wealthy, and cosmopolitan, but also more than a touch self-important. They show a distressing habit of becoming overimpressed with themselves -- and so tend to overreach. "Island nations enjoy security -- think the United Kingdom and Japan -- in part because of the physical separation from rivals, but also because they have no choice but to develop navies that help them keep others away from their shores. Armed with such tools, they find themselves actively meddling in the affairs of countries not just within arm's reach, but half a world away. "In contrast, mountain countries -- Kyrgyzstan and Bolivia, to pick a pair -- are so capital-poor they find even securing the basics difficult, mak­ing them largely subject to the whims of their less-mountainous neighbors. "It's the balance of these restrictions and empowerments that determine both possibilities and constraints, which from my point of view makes it straightforward to predict what most countries will do: · The Philippines' archipelagic nature gives it the physical stand-off of is­lands without the navy, so in the face of a threat from a superior country it will prostrate itself before any naval power that might come to its aid. · Chile's population center is in a single valley surrounded by mountains. Breaching those mountains is so difficult that the Chileans often find it easier to turn their back on the South American continent and interact economically with nations much further afield. · The Netherlands benefits from a huge portion of European trade because it controls the mouth of the Rhine, so it will seek to unite the Continent economically to maximize its economic gain while bringing in an exter­nal security guarantor to minimize threats to its independence. · Uzbekistan sits in the middle of a flat, arid pancake and so will try to expand like syrup until it reaches a barrier it cannot pass. The lack of local competition combined with regional water shortages adds a sharp, brutal aspect to its foreign policy. · New Zealand is a temperate zone country with a huge maritime frontage beyond the edge of the world, making it both wealthy and secure -- how could the Kiwis not be in a good mood every day? "But then there is the United States. It has the fiat lands of Australia with the climate and land quality of France, the riverine characteristics of Germany with the strategic exposure of New Zealand, and the island fea­tures of Japan but with oceanic moats -- and all on a scale that is quite lit­erally continental. Such landscapes not only make it rich and secure beyond peer, but also enable its navy to be so powerful that America dominates the global oceans.

L’homme d’aujourd’hui, on le fait tenir tranquille, selon le milieu, avec la belote ou avec le bridge. Nous sommes étonnamment bien châtrés. Ainsi sommes-nous enfin libres. On nous a coupé les bras et les jambes, puis on nous a laissés libres de marcher. Mais je hais cette époque où l’homme devient, sous un totalitarisme universel, bétail doux, poli et tranquille. On nous fait prendre ça pour un progrès moral ! Ce que je hais dans le marxisme, c’est le totalitarisme à quoi il conduit. L’homme y est défini comme producteur et consommateur, le problème essentiel est celui de distribution. Ainsi dans les fermes modèles. Ce que je hais dans le nazisme, c’est le totalitarisme à quoi il prétend par son essence même. On fait défiler les ouvriers de la Ruhr devant un Van Gogh, un Cézanne et un chromo. Ils votent naturellement pour le chromo. Voilà la vérité du peuple ! On boucle solidement dans un camp de concentration les candidats Cézanne, les candidats Van Gogh, tous les grands non-conformistes, et l’on alimente en chromos un bétail soumis. Mais où vont les États-Unis et où allons-nous, nous aussi, à cette époque de fonctionnariat universel ? L’homme robot, l’homme termite, l’homme oscillant du travail à la chaîne : système Bedeau, à la belote. L’homme châtré de tout son pouvoir créateur et qui ne sait même plus, du fond de son village, créer une danse ni une chanson. L’homme que l’on alimente en culture de confection, en culture standard comme on alimente les bœufs en foin. C’est cela, l’homme d’aujourd’hui. Et moi, je pense que, il n’y a pas trois cents ans, on pouvait écrire La Princesse de Clèves ou s’enfermer dans un couvent pour la vie à cause d’un amour perdu, tant était brûlant l’amour. Lettre au général « X »

Charlotte se trouvait seule ; aucun de ses frères et sœurs n’était autour d’elle ; elle s’abandonnait à ses réflexions, qui passaient doucement sa situation en revue. Elle se voyait pour jamais unie à un homme dont elle connaissait l’amour et la fidélité, à qui elle était dévouée, dont le calme, la solidité, semblaient destinés par le ciel même à fonder, pour la vie, le bonheur d’une honnête femme ; elle sentait ce qu’il serait toujours pour elle et pour sa famille. D’un autre côté, Werther lui était devenu bien cher ; dès le premier moment où ils avaient appris à se connaître, la sympathie de leurs caractères s’était révélée de la manière la plus heureuse ; leur longue liaison, tant de situations diverses où ils s’étaient trouvés, avaient fait sur le cœur de Charlotte une impression ineffaçable. Tous les sentiments, toutes les pensées qui l’intéressaient, elle était accoutumée à les partager avec lui, et le départ de Werther menaçait de faire dans toute son existence un vide, qui ne pourrait plus être comblé. Oh ! si elle avait pu dans ce moment le changer en un frère ! qu’elle se serait trouvée heureuse !… Si elle avait osé le marier avec une de ses amies, elle aurait pu espérer de rétablir tout à fait la bonne intelligence entre Albert et lui. Elle avait passé en revue toutes ses amies, et trouvait à chacune quelque défaut ; elle n’en voyait aucune à qui elle eût donné Werther volontiers. En faisant toutes’ces réflexions, elle finit par sentir profondément, sans se l’expliquer d’une manière bien claire, que le secret désir, de son cœur était de le garder pour elle, et elle se disait en même temps qu’elle ne pouvait, qu’elle ne devait pas le garder ; son âme pure et belle, jusqu’alors si libre et si courageuse, sentit le poids d’une mélancolie à laquelle est fermée la perspective du bonheur. Son cœur était oppressé, et un sombre nuage couvrait ses yeux.

« Nous sommes toujours en 1929 et, cette année-là, George Washington Hill (1884-1946), président de l’American Tobacco Co., décide de s'attaquer au tabou qui interdit à une femme de fumer en public, un tabou qui, théoriquement, faisait perdre à sa compagnie la moitié de ses profits. Hill embauche Bernays, qui, de son côté, consulte aussitôt le psychanalyste Abraham Arden Brill (1874-1948), une des premières personnes à exercer cette profession aux États-Unis. Brill explique à Bernays que la cigarette est un symbole phallique représentant le pouvoir sexuel du mâle : s’il était possible de lier la cigarette à une forme de contestation de ce pouvoir, assure Brill, alors les femmes, en possession de leurs propres pénis, fumeraient. La ville de New York tient chaque année, à Pâques, une célèbre et très courue parade. Lors de celle de 1929, un groupe de jeunes femmes avaient caché des cigarettes sous leurs vêtements et, à un signal donné, elles les sortirent et les allumèrent devant des journalistes et des photographes qui avaient été prévenus que des suffragettes allaient faire un coup d’éclat. Dans les jours qui suivirent, l’événement était dans tous les journaux et sur toutes les lèvres. Les jeunes femmes expliquèrent que ce qu'elles allumaient ainsi, c'était des « flambeaux de la liberté » (torches of freedom). On devine sans mal qui avait donné le signal de cet allumage collectif de cigarettes et qui avait inventé ce slogan ; comme on devine aussi qu'il s'était agi à chaque fois de la même personne et que c'est encore elle qui avait alerté les médias. Le symbolisme ainsi créé rendait hautement probable que toute personne adhérant à la cause des suffragettes serait également, dans ta controverse qui ne manquerait pas de s'ensuivre sur la question du droit des femmes de fumer en public, du côté de ceux et de celles qui le défendaient - cette position étant justement celle que les cigarettiers souhaitaient voir se répandre. Fumer étant devenu socialement acceptable pour les femmes, les ventes de cigarettes à cette nouvelle clientèle allaient exploser. » Norman Baillargeon, préface du livre d’Edward Bernays, « Propaganda ». (É. Bernays était le neveu de S. Freud)

Mais j’avais revu tantôt l’une, tantôt l’autre, des chambres que j’avais habitées dans ma vie, et je finissais par me les rappeler toutes dans les longues rêveries qui suivaient mon réveil ; chambres d’hiver où quand on est couché, on se blottit la tête dans un nid qu’on se tresse avec les choses les plus disparates : un coin de l’oreiller, le haut des couvertures, un bout de châle, le bord du lit, et un numéro des Débats roses, qu’on finit par cimenter ensemble selon la technique des oiseaux en s’y appuyant indéfiniment ; où, par un temps glacial, le plaisir qu’on goûte est de se sentir séparé du dehors (comme l’hirondelle de mer qui a son nid au fond d’un souterrain dans la chaleur de la terre), et où, le feu étant entretenu toute la nuit dans la cheminée, on dort dans un grand manteau d’air chaud et fumeux, traversé des lueurs des tisons qui se rallument, sorte d’impalpable alcôve, de chaude caverne creusée au sein de la chambre même, zone ardente et mobile en ses contours thermiques, aérée de souffles qui nous rafraîchissent la figure et viennent des angles, des parties voisines de la fenêtre ou éloignées du foyer et qui se sont refroidies ; – chambres d’été où l’on aime être uni à la nuit tiède, où le clair de lune appuyé aux volets entr’ouverts, jette jusqu’au pied du lit son échelle enchantée, où on dort presque en plein air, comme la mésange balancée par la brise à la pointe d’un rayon – ; parfois la chambre Louis XVI, si gaie que même le premier soir je n’y avais pas été trop malheureux, et où les colonnettes qui soutenaient légèrement le plafond s’écartaient avec tant de grâce pour montrer et réserver la place du lit ; parfois au contraire celle, petite et si élevée de plafond, creusée en forme de pyramide dans la hauteur de deux étages et partiellement revêtue d’acajou, où, dès la première seconde, j’avais été intoxiqué moralement par l’odeur inconnue du vétiver, convaincu de l’hostilité des rideaux violets et de l’insolente indifférence de la pendule qui jacassait tout haut comme si je n’eusse pas été là ; – où une étrange et impitoyable glace à pieds quadrangulaires barrant obliquement un des angles de la pièce se creusait à vif dans la douce plénitude de mon champ visuel accoutumé un emplacement qui n’y était pas prévu ; – où ma pensée, s’efforçant pendant des heures de se disloquer, de s’étirer en hauteur pour prendre exactement la forme de la chambre et arriver à remplir jusqu’en haut son gigantesque entonnoir, avait souffert bien de dures nuits, tandis que j’étais étendu dans mon lit, les yeux levés, l’oreille anxieuse, la narine rétive, le cœur battant ; jusqu’à ce que l’habitude eût changé la couleur des rideaux, fait taire la pendule, enseigné la pitié à la glace oblique et cruelle, dissimulé, sinon chassé complètement, l’odeur du vétiver et notablement diminué la hauteur apparente du plafond.