Ure Quotes

Books are keys that open many doors.

There is one other error in the Gondsman's line of resoning, I believe, on ap urely emotional level. If machines replace achievement, then to what will people aspire? And who are we, truly, without such goals? Beware the engineers of society, I say, who would make everyone in all the world equal. Opportunity should be equal, must be equal, but achievement must remain individual.

Hige sceal pe heardra, heorte pe cenre, mod sceal pe mare pe ure maegen lytlao. ( Will shall be the sterner, heart the bolder, spirit the greater as our strength lessens. )

[S]urely the Cupid serving him was lefthanded, with a weak chin and no imagination.

One last word are you quite quite ure that - well not tomorrow of course and not after tomorrow but - well - some day any day you will not come to live with me I will create a brand new God and thank him with piercing cries if you give me that microscopic hope.

Har­ri­son had start­ed out wor­ried that Cor­rie would shoot Mary Rose be­cause the wom­an was as crazy as ev­ery­one said she was, but by the time the one-​sid­ed con­ver­sa­tion was fin­ished, his con­cern had changed. Now he couldn't fig­ure out why Cor­rie didn't shoot her just to shut her up.

All too easily, however, we can become distracted, scared, frustrated, gullible, cynical, or just plain inattentive. We suppress our natural questing spirit. We plow ahead without taking a good, hard look at what we're doing and why. And whether we realize it or not, we buy into ready made systems of thought, habit, and belief sold to us by our culture, families, friends, and associates. We fall into step with the herd and almost unthinkingly adhere to whatever cult(ure) we're brought up in, unconsciously living our received beliefs and assumptions, for the most part without question or examination.

whether u're a deer or a lion, u have to run fast to survive

No feelings, just sex, and when it ends we walk away,

I quickly get interested in people but just as quickly avoid them when they expect to be my only friends. I ams ure i hurt many people in that way.

Disorientated, I tried to figure out who the source of the voice was.

One of us had to be brave and ad­mit to vir­gin­ity. I fig­ured it should be the war­rior.

Kako nenavadno je, ko se ozreš nazaj na življenje. Ko neko stvar doživljaš, se ti zdi vse tako veliko, ko pa se ozreš nazaj, je vse tako majhno. Če ne bi imeli srca, ki meri ure, bi si lahko mislili, da smo presanjali celo življenje.

they were very scary times [1982], Midge Ure dancing with tears in his eyes. That German girl with the hairy arm pits singing about 99 red balloons.

OLD ENGLISH (c. 1000): Faeder ure thu the eart on heofonum, si thin nama gehalgod. Tobecume thin rice. Gewurthe in willa on eorthan swa swa on heofonum.

Hige sceal þe heardra, heorte þe cenre, mod sceal þe mare, þe ure mægen lytlað.

(S)ure, life sucked a lot, sometimes it was unfairly horrific, but it was always worth sticking around for to see what came next.

No Matter how Poor u're, u'll Survive. No Matter how Lame u're, u'll move . No Matter how Blind u're, u'll locate ur Mouth. No Matter how Dome u're, u'll Comunicate. Give Thanks and Praize to the Lord and then you'll feel all right.

I zamišljali su život predan jedino ljubavi, dosta plodan da ispuni najopsežnije samoće, prevrši sve radosti, odoli svim nevoljama, u kojem bi ure minule u neprestanom prelijevanju njihovih duša; život, koji bi stvorio nešto sjajno i uzvišeno kao što je titranje zvijezda.

Buy’ce gal, buy’ce tal Vebor’ad ures alit Mhi draar baat’i meg’parjii’se Kote lo’shebs’ul narit A pint of ale, a pint of blood Buys men without a name We never care who wins the war So you can keep your fame —Popular drinking chant of Mandalorian mercenaries—approximate translation, edited for strong language

Who would have thought Bay, who couldn't do anything right, would have saved the day?" she asked. I frowned, not liking the way she described herself.

Well, apparently, I can kick his ass," I told him. "Wow!" Cade said. "That pretty much means you can kick all our asses. I want front-row seats to see you in action against Kyle.

To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive, and the true success is to labour”.

How bitter is lovelessness both to suffer and to inflict. More than anything I have dreaded the despair of its remembrance and the threat of its repeat.

Kelvinist and Calvinist, schoolgirlishly light-hearted, she stood out in Manhattan like a Welsh miner at a bar mitzvah.

I'm sorry for speaking to you in that manner. Stab me if it happens again.

The process of industrialization is necessarily painful. It must involve the erosion of traditional patterns of life. But it was carried through with exceptional violence in Britain. It was unrelieved by any sense of national participation in communal effort, such as is found in countries undergoing a national revolution. Its ideology was that of the masters alone. Its messianic prophet was Dr Andrew Ure, who saw the factory system as ‘the great minister of civilization to the terraqueous globe’, diffusing ‘the life-blood of science and religion to myriads… still lying “in the region and shadow of death”.’ But those who served it did not feel this to be so, any more than those ‘myriads’ who were served. The experience of immiseration came upon them in a hundred different forms; for the field labourer, the loss of his common rights and the vestiges of village democracy; for the artisan, the loss of his craftsman’s status; for the weaver, the loss of livelihood and of independence; for the child, the loss of work and play in the home; for many groups of workers whose real earnings improved, the loss of security, leisure and the deterioration of the urban environment.

Teško doba Hladne sobe moje, nijeme tupe zure, monotono teku dosadne minute. Teško doba kida vrisak stare ure, duša plače, misli raskidane ćute. Prozori se na čas lagano potresu, iz dna duše bolno projecaju niti... Ulicama lišće u žutome plesu plave, bijele kuće miluje i kiti... pa se opet smiri... Sobe dalje zure, monotono teku dosadne minute. Teško doba kida vrisak stare ure, duša plače, misli raskidane ćute.

I didn’t know much about God, ’cept that if you pissed Him off, He’d getcha one day. My momma knew God—she was raised a Methodist. In fact, her daddy was a Methodist preacher. Still, Momma said she wanted more from God, so for the past couple of years she’d been searching for more. I got to go with her on some of those searches. First, we tried the Jehovah’s Witnesses. They were cool, till I learned they didn’t celebrate Christmas. God or no God, I wasn’t giving up Christmas! Then we tried the Muslims (or the “Black Muslims,” as Momma called them). I didn’t like them because when we got to their church (which they called a mosque), they made us change our clothes and put on some of their clothes: floor-length dresses and material to wrap our heads in so our hair wouldn’t show. And they searched us too, which pissed me off. But Momma seemed to understand; she said it was because white folks thought the Muslims were militant, so white folks was always messing with ’em—you know, harassing them, arresting them, threatening them. Momma said the Muslims had to be careful so that’s why they were searching folks. uring Momma’s God search, we tried a few other religions. I never really did care one way or the other. I never really seriously thought about God because, no matter what the religion, they all wanted you to be perfect. And I knew I was far from perfect. So I figured God wouldn’t wanna mess with me. I don’t know which religion Momma finally decided on. Maybe she realized she didn’t need a particular religion to know and love God or for God to know and love her. Whatever she decided, she also decided that she wasn’t going to choose for me. She wanted to wait until I was old enough and then let me decide my religion.

I started out believing that life was made just so the world would have some way to think about itself, but that it had gone awry with humans because flesh, pinioned by misery, hangs on to it with pleasure. Hangs on to wells and a boy's golden hair; would just as soon inhale sweet fire caused by a burning girl as hold a maybe-yes maybe-no hand. I don't believe that anymore. Something is missing there. Something rogue. Something else you have to fig- ure in before you can figure it out.

BARABAS: As for myself, I walk abroad a-nights, And kill sick people groaning under walls. Sometimes I go about and poison wells; And now and then, to cherish Christian thieves, I am content to lose some of my crowns, That I may, walking in my gallery, See 'em go pinion'd along by my door. Being young, I studied physic, and began To practice first upon the Italian; There I enrich'd the priests with burials, And always kept the sexton's arms in ure With digging graves and ringing dead men's knells. And, after that, was I an engineer, And in the wars 'twixt France and Germany, Under pretence of helping Charles the Fifth, Slew friend and enemy with my stratagems: Then, after that, was I an usurer, And with extorting, cozening, forfeiting, And tricks belonging unto brokery, I fill'd the gaols with bankrupts in a year, And with young orphans planted hospitals; And every moon made some or other mad, And now and then one hang himself for grief, Pinning upon his breast a long great scroll How I with interest tormented him. But mark how I am blest for plaguing them: I have as much coin as will buy the town.

IF U CAN'T RUN WITH THE PACK CONTTER YOURSELF 2 BE HUNTED BY THE PACK DON'T TURN YOUR BACK ON THE WOLFPACK U MIGHT WINE UP IN A BODY BAG NWO WOLFPACK IS ALWAYS AND I DO MEAN ALWAYS WILL BE 4-LIFE 2 SWEET IF U'RE NOT DOWN WITH WWE'S OWN D-GENERATION X THEN I HAVE ONLY 2 WORDS 4 U SUCK IT

The same cause which may increase the [net] revenue of the country’ (i.e., as Ricardo explains in the same passage, ‘the revenues of landlords and capitalists’, whose wealth, from the economic point of view, is equivalent to the wealth of the nation), ‘may at the same time render the population redundant and deteriorate the condition of the labourer’ (Ricardo, op. cit., p. 469). ‘The constant aim and the tendency of every improvement in machinery is, in fact, to do away entirely with the labour of man, or to lessen its price by substituting the labour of women and children for that of grown-up men, or of unskilled for that of skilled workmen’ (Ure, op. cit., p. 23).

It is dynamic. In some cells, it reshuffles its own sequence to make novel variants of itself. Cells of the immune system secrete "anti-bodies"-missilelike proteins designed to attach themselves to invading pathogens. But since pathogens are constantly evolving, antibodies must also be capable of changing; an evolving pathogen demands an evolving host. The genome accomplishes this counter-evolution by reshuffling its genetic elements-thereby achieving astounding diversity)s...tru...c...t...ure and g...en...ome can be reshuffled to form an entirely new word c...ome...t). The reshuffled genes generate the diversity of antibodies. In these cells, every genome is capable of giving rise to an entirely different genome.

[D]uring the twentieth century, as people became wealthier and the producer society turned gradually into the mass consumption society, an alternative vision of the self arose - a vision centered on the idea of individual preferences and personal fulfillment. The intrinsically moral term "character" fell out of favor and was replaced by the amoral term "personality.

Women who are encouraged to complain of 'harassment' have never felt the nasty draft that whistles round a man subjected to female scrutiny. The masculine leer at least is warmed by the breath of inquisitive lust. It may be tedious, even offensive, but it must be preferable to the rubber-glove approach of the female National Health Medical: one's brains as well as balls are up for grabs.

urely, Epictetus isn’t saying that peace, leisure, travel, and learning are bad, is he? Thankfully, no. But ceaseless, ardent desire—if not bad in and of itself—is fraught with potential complications. What we desire makes us vulnerable. Whether it’s an opportunity to travel the world or to be the president or for five minutes of peace and quiet, when we pine for something, when we hope against hope, we set ourselves up for disappointment. Because fate can always intervene and then we’ll likely lose our self-control in response. As Diogenes, the famous Cynic, once said, “It is the privilege of the gods to want nothing, and of godlike men to want little.” To want nothing makes one invincible—because nothing lies outside your control. This doesn’t just go for not wanting the easy-to-criticize things like wealth or fame—the kinds of folly that we see illustrated in some of our most classic plays and fables. That green light that Gatsby strove for can represent seemingly good things too, like love or a noble cause. But it can wreck someone all the same.

Prolaze povorke tih ubogih stvorova, dlakavih i prilično glupih, s kretnjama pomalo smiješnim i neprirodnim. U svakoj kretnji ljudskoj ima više od sedmdeset milijuna godina dresure i batina. Sve to kretanje ljudsko po ulicama neke je vrste visoka jahaća škola u uličnom cirkusu, i daleko je od kameleona, gdje je čovjek pekao svoje bliže rođake na ražnju, do današnjih gradskih ulica kojima se ljudi šeću po cestoredarstvenom redu, u taktu gumene palice, uvjeravajući sami sebe da više nisu ljudožderi. Danas nose ljudi na glavama suknene melone i slamnate zdjelice, pozdravljaju se pristojno, prolazeći uspravno i vješto na stražnjim nogama, vrlo ponosni na to što nemaju više repa i što im je dresura, što su je – ne zna se pravo zašto – prozvali Civilizacijom, stara više od sedamdeset milijuna godina. Ljudi prolaze ulicama kao glumci, igrajući napamet svoje plitke uloge. U svojim glavama nose ljudi šarene slike o pravnom redu, o nebeskim tajnama, odgovarajući jedni drugima naučene stvari kao papige, i sve to što nose po svojim glavama isto tako ne vrijedi mnogo kao ni ono što nose po džepovima. Sve te njihove niklene ure i te mjenice, svi ti njihovi pogledi na svijet kroz koje promatraju događaje kao kroz polupane naočari, sve je to rekvizit za jednu žalosnu predstavu što ne traje dugo.

Right! You’ve said it . . . that’s what we elect governments for. To save ourselves the trouble of having to think. Well, we got what was coming to us! You duck out of all responsibility, you forfeit all right to scream when the balloon goes up . . . we’re like a load of kids! Silly little kids, playing in our playpens, while out there the psychopaths lay trails of dynamite and run around with lighted matches telling us it’s all as safe as houses and all for our own good, and still we say, oh, we must have leaders! There’s got to be someone in charge, someone to make the decisions, we can’t do it! In any other circumstances that would be labelled immaturity. We sit here and call it democracy!

[D]uring all my university years in the U.S. (doing a master’s and a doctorate degrees), I often noticed that young people were totally quiet when issues like wars and crimes against humanity in the Middle East came up, but they were very active and vocal when issues like recycling, environment, or global warming came up. While all these issues are important, the silences and complicity displayed on some issues rather than others; the selectivity of expressing resistance and rage are hypocritical, to say the least. I found that many choose to be active in what one could consider safe and convenient causes. How can I take seriously enraged rich and privileged students who want us to protect the environment by recycling a plastic bottle, yet it never occurs to them that all the bombs and weapons used in the Middle East are doing a serious damage to their beloved planet? Last time I checked we all live on one planet, unless these privileged students truly live on a different planet.

As he was moaning heavily in my ear, he looked at me and asked: "what are we doing?" I didn't bother myself to understand his question, I countinued grapping him harder and deeper.. So he repeated it, "Tell me, what are we doing?" I answered with a moquing yet assertive tone "HHm, we re FUCKING OFC" He stopped, I swear I could hear his heart dropped to his balls Come again? Fucking you said?? Yes arent we? No, we are making love I laughed as hard as I can Making Love you said? Oh love, we would be making love if we were couple we are just one night stand, it just happens that, that one night is on loop "When did you become so cruel?" as he was leaving my body.. Cruel? oh I've learnt from the best don't you agree? You are the one who said u're not ready for a relationship and you gave me all the bs about how you're not the one, and you're gonna deny me the opp to be with a better man bla bla bla So please spare me the emotions and dnt give me those puppy eyes I said those words as if I was possesed with all the hate and anger I have for him for the past 6 years I stopped for a moment and said I guess we r no longer fucking right? A tear came down to his cheek and I could feel it burning the ashes in my heart I dressed up and as I was leaving the motel, he grabbed me from behind hands over my breast breathing behind my neck Fucking you said..huh? I promise you that I'm finished you won't be able to walk".. he groans into my ear And i could feel him hard as stone again.. "“I believe that is what they call an erection." teasing him I said つづく

He turned to me and put his arm around me, allowing me closer. "This is the fun part about watching movies and eating popcorn," I murmured,

I scribbled a simple note. I don't believe in fairy tales. Thanks for the reality check. You're off the hook. Don't look for me. Bay There, it was perfect.

That Keeper guy hit me.

«Si endiosas a un hombre cercano a tus afectos es porque tiene poder y ansías que sea eterno para –ad infinitum y feliz- libar Heroica Alucinógena con él»

What do you call an old people’s home for farmers? Past-ure Best!

The students had been to Villaviciosa but what they wanted was to find the highway to Ures or Hermosillo. Each night they made love to her, in the car or on the warm desert sand, until one morning she came to meet them and they were gone. Three months later, when her great-grandmother asked her about the father of the child she was expecting, the young María Expósito had a strange vision: she saw herself small and strong, she saw herself fucking two men in the middle of a salt lake, she saw a tunnel full of potted plants and flowers. Against the wishes of the family, who wanted to baptize the boy Rafael, María Expósito called him Olegario, the patron saint of hunters and a Catalan monk in the twelfth century, bishop of Barcelona and archbishop of Tarragona, and she also decided that the first half of her son’s last name wouldn’t be Expósito, which was a name for orphans, as the students from Mexico City had explained to her one of the nights she spent with them, said the voice, but Cura, and that was how she entered it in the register at the parish of San Cipriano, twenty miles from Villaviciosa, Olegario Cura Expósito, despite the questioning to which she was subjected by the priest and his incredulity about the identity of the alleged father. Her great-grandmother said it was pure arrogance to put the name Cura before Expósito, which was the

Kavulivwa kaže da su nevladine udruge ljude navikle na konstantno davanje. Odnosno, bijelac je onaj koji ima i daje novac. Kad takva udruga dođe i pokrene, primjerice, tečaj informatike, oni ljudima plate i prijevoz i obrok, ali i džeparac iz svojeg budžeta. Takvih je udruga nebrojeno mnogo i one jedan dio dakako daju polaznicima, ali dobar dio odlazi na administraciju i na lagodan život samih organizatora. Oni su tek jedna vrsta termita koja nagriza ogromno tijelo što se naziva državom Kongo. Štoviše, Demokratskom Republikom Kongo, koja je u naravi leno koje se po potrebi daje i iznajmljuje, dok su riječi demokratska i republika tek ures neutemeljen u stvarnosti.

[A]ng “katarúngan” at “lungsód” ang dalawang marikit na halimbawa ng pantumbas mula sa ibang katutubong wika ng bansa. Kapuwa mula sa Kabisayaan ang dalawa. Ang una ay mula sa pang-uring Sebwanong “taróng” para sa tuwid . . . ; mula sa Boholano ang ikalawa, nangangahulugan ng nayon o komunidad, ngunit ipinantapat ngayon sa dáti nang hiniram na Español na “siyudád.” . . . [H]iniram ngayon ang “rabáw” ng Ilokano upang ipantumbas sa konsepto ng surface sa pisika, ang “iláhas” mulang Kiniray-a at Hiligaynon upang itumbas sa wild ng biyolohiya, ang “láwas” mulang Sebwano at Waray upang gamitíng tulad ng teknikal na body sa Ingles, gaya sa “lawas pangkalawakan,” “lawas ng tubig.

For, apart from the few towns and villages, life in Arabia has been so little moulded by human hands that nature in her austerity has forced man to avoid all dif fusion in behaviour and to reduce all doing dictated by his will or by outward necessity to a few, very definite, basic forms, which have remained the same for countless generations and have in time acquired the smooth sharpness of crystals: and this inherit ed simplicity of action is now apparent in the true Arab's gest ures as well as in his attitude toward life.

Eye Hate U" U have just accessed the Hate Experience Do U wish 2 change your entry? Very well, please enjoy your experience I never thought that U would be the one After all the things that we've been through U gave your body 2 another in the name of fun I hope U had some baby, if not, boo hoo It's so sad but I hate U like a day without sunshine It's so bad but I hate U cuz U're all that's ever on my mind Honey, I hate U - Now everyday would be a waste of time Cuz I hate U I never thought that I could feel this way 2 fall in love was a table reserved 4 fools Say U're sorry if U wanna but it's all in vain I'm out the door sweet baby, that's right, we're through It's so sad but I hate U like a day without sunshine It's so bad but I hate U cuz U're all that's ever on my mind Honey, I hate U - Now everyday would be a waste of time Cuz I hate U This court is now in session Would the defendant please rise? State your name 4 the court Never mind (Billy Jack Bitch) U're being charged with one 2 many counts of heartbreaking In the 1st degree I don't give a damn about the others My main concern is U and me Your honor, may I call 2 the stand my one and only witness? A girl that know damn well she didn't have no damn business I know what U did, how U did it and uh.. who U did it with So U might as well plead guilty cuz U sure can't plead the 5th Now raise your right hand Do U swear 2 tell the whole truth Not the half truth like U used 2 so help U God? Nod your head one time if U hear me If U don't, I'll have 2 use the rod Anything 2 make U see that uh.. U're gonna miss me Yeah, U're gonna miss me Uh, uh, uh, oh! If it please the court I'd like 2 have the defendant place her hands behind her back So I can tie her up tight and get into the act The act of showing her how good it used 2 be I want it 2 be so good she falls back in love with me Close your eyes I'm gonna cover your ass with this sheet And I want U 2 pump your hips like U used 2 And, baby, U better stay on the beat Did U do 2 your other man the same things that U did 2 me? Right now I hate U so much I wanna make love until U see That it's killin' me, baby, 2 be without U Cuz all I ever wanted 2 do was 2 be with U ... ow! I hate U (I hate U) Because I love U (Because I love U) But I can't love U (I can't love U) Because I hate U (I hate U) Prince, The Gold Experience (1995)

Bog je mene kaznio gubom, a drugoga zlim srcem i sebičnom dušom, ako je moje tijelo gubavo - moje riječi su iz srca čistoga izvađene i ja ne mogu, ne mogu da ih ne zborim, jer bih pred Bogom, pred savješću svojom sagriješio. Što me zaraza spopala - živ sam stvor i to može svakoga da zadesi. A ono sto zborim - tako sam zborio i dok sam nezaražen bio i zboriću do samrtne ure. A ko zna, možda me bolest i spopala da iskupi dušu moju i koliko je iskreno ono što zborim, koliko sam jak da za svoje riječi prepatim?

A useful framework for thinking about tendinopathy recovery is the EdUReP model.90 EdUReP stands for Education, Unloading, Reloading, Prevention:

Tendinopathy recovery requires patience and discipline. You will likely experience some setbacks on your road to full recovery. During these times, take a step back and use the EdUReP model to correct course and prevent the injury from degrading further.

So, why should Christian children be subject ed t o Homer? Or, why Homer rat her t han t he Gilgamesh Epic or t he Kalevala? T he sole reason seems t o be t hat Homer is part of "West ern Civilization." But we are entitled t o ask: Who cares? Why keep t his baggage? Let college st udent s st udying t he ancient world read Homer as a curiosit y, but don't use him in t he att empt t o f orm f undament al mind of t he Christian f ut ure. T he great dramas of t he lat er Greeks reflect a f urt her move int o t he mind

(I don’t believe that dreams tell what is to come, I think they are the things that are going on in our subconscious swimming to the surface while we are asleep.)

It is very difficult, when there are those people who want power over other people and will stop at nothing to get it: it is very difficult for all the people who don’t want power, except just power over themselves, to find a way of resisting it.

I have discovered that writing is rather like talking: it is very difficult to start, but once you have actually got going it can also be very difficult to stop. The reason I don’t want to stop is that I am scared of being on my own. At least when I’m writing this journal it’s like conversing with someone.

It is true, I do expect bad things rather than good, and even when they are good I worry about when they will stop being good.

But basing a whole philosophy of life on what you would do in extremis does not seem to me to be right.

Even if the law still existed, there wasn’t going to be anyone around to enforce it.

He said that there was no reason to suppose that good would come out of evil: society couldn’t be expected to mature overnight just because there had been a catastrophe. In fact, probably just the opposite would happen. He said that when there were shortages people always fought and became aggressive.

She said better safe than sorry. I said, that is a cliché, but Mum said things are only clichés because they are universal truths.

The bright day is done; and we are for the dark.

I know that almost all of my family are dead: I know that most of the people I have ever known are dead: I know that society has ceased to function . . . no hospitals, no doctors, no police . . . no transport, no broadcasting . . . no newspapers . . . no heating, no lighting . . . even in wartime, that doesn’t happen. But it’s happened now. This time they’ve really done it. So don’t ask me what I know! I know what you know, and if you don’t know it’s the end—

There are black people in Brixton!’ Fran’s face grew crimson. Shahid said, ‘What’s the matter with black people?’ ‘They’ll beat us up!’ ‘Oh,’ said Shahid. ‘Really?’ Fran, looking uncomfortable, said, ‘Don’t be silly, Harry! That was race riots, years ago.’ ‘I don’t care! I don’t like it. I’m not going there.

Someone enjoying a good perve, no doubt. Well, and why not? There wasn’t much else to enjoy, these days.

Who needed excuses? It was each man for himself. It always had been, of course, that was the philosophy the world lived by; but now more so than ever.

His mother hadn’t know what Durex was. But she had suspected. She had asked him, gravely, if it was ‘anything bad’. Useless trying to explain. Useless, subsequently, trying to convince his father that he was only acting like a responsible citizen.

You never knew when condoms might come in handy . . . you could blow them up like balloons and tie messages to them, or fill them with water, or roll them on to your fingers and use them as fingerstalls. He didn’t really foresee any possibility of their being put to the purpose for which they were intended.

Making love in a mask . . . a real turn-on that would be.

Sick humour to go with a sick world. What was wrong with that?

Talking was such an embarrassment; she never knew what to say.

What would it have mattered? What does any of it matter? You don’t have to look at me like that! I’m not mad! I know what’s going on . . . we’d all of us be better dead!’ There was a long silence; then Shahid, grimly, said: ‘I expect, very soon, we all shall be.

This business is only at the beginning. It’s going to get a whole lot worse before it gets any better.’ If it ever did get any better, which privately he doubted. ‘There’s going to be a shortage of food, for a start. And when there’s a shortage of food, people get desperate. And when people get desperate, they get nasty. Like that gang of little kids—except that it won’t always be little kids. One day it’ll be big kids. And then what are you going to do?

One had to be prepared for the thought that the world might actually be approaching Armageddon.

You could never be sure, at any given moment, whether she was inhabiting her own private fantasy land—which she seemed to do most of the time—or whether she was on one of her flying visits to what passed for reality.

It’s all men’s fault,’ she said, ‘anyway. It would never have happened if it had been left to women.’ ‘If it had been left to women we’d probably still be living in the Stone Age!

They were people—having fun.’ ‘They’d have had fun with us if they’d’ve caught us,

Second-hand porn from the looks of it. But any porn in a storm, he thought.

If one knew there would be enough then one wouldn’t grab. That was another thing that was bad about the way we used to be. It was all grab grab grab while one could in case tomorrow one couldn’t.)

I keep thinking what a lot I missed out on through being so introverted. I am not referring to sex but all the other things. Being sociable, I suppose.)

His view of human nature is more jaundiced (I think that is the word) than mine.

It seems so silly, everyone avoiding everyone. We are all just terrified, I suppose. But what is it that we are terrified of? Are we terrified of catching the disease or are we terrified of being knifed or strangled?

Mum used to say one shouldn’t wish one’s life away, but she could never have imagined anything like this.

It’s our job to look at the issues and elect people. Once we’ve done that, that’s our part over with. It’s not up to us to run the country.

I almost wish that anyone were here, so I could just talk about anything. I know Harry used to accuse me of being anti-social (because of my not liking parties and shutting myself away painting), but it is a very dreadful and isolating experience not to have exchanged one single word with another human being for as long as I have.

I’ve noticed that in films about holocausts and disasters and such it’s always a young girl and an old man, right at the end, who have to get together for the sake of the future. I don’t think I could do that, not with an old man, though maybe I could if it was all there was.

I am not at all the sort of girl he would normally go out with. But maybe now there is not so much choice—well, anyway. We shall see.

That was the simple truth: he just couldn’t be bothered.

There was a world out there, if only he had the courage to go and look for it.

If you have the spirit in you, then you must go where it takes you,

He couldn’t come all this way only to be defeated at the last by his own cowardice.

A people, Dr Alison had said, should be judged by the way they treated those weaker than themselves.

Every day there were reports of women being raped or mutilated, sometimes even in their own homes. Nothing was done to prevent it on account of the governments being mostly men.

(They did not say it was a punishment on womankind. This was because men were the rulers and women had to suffer for their sins.)

She didn’t want to be miserable; no one wanted to be miserable. There were times when you just couldn’t help it.

Power is a corruption, and any society which operates from a power base is a corrupt society.

Let me tell you that male aggression is something we cannot afford to have unleashed upon the world a second time! Men cannot control their baser instincts. They have to be controlled for us. The power of the male is a force for evil, bringing destruction on the world.

you’ve either got a brain or you haven’t. If you have, then you don’t need me to spell things out to you. If you haven’t, there’s no point in talking to you.