We Dem Quotes

I wish I wen' spend less time being haunted and mo' time facing my pain, so dat way--me an' her--we could have been living wit' his memories instead of hiding from dem.

Wir leben alle unter dem gleichen Himmel, aber wir haben nicht alle den gleichen Horizont." "We all live under the same sky, but we don't have the same horizon

Vimes walked forward to the other carriage, poked his head inside and said, “We’re going to be ambushed, lads.” “Dat’s interestin’,” said Detritus. He grunted slightly as he wound the windlass of his crossbow. “Oh,” said Cheery. “I don’t think they’ll try to kill us,” Vimes went on. “Does dat mean we don’t try to kill dem?” “Use your own judgment.

we all know he pays hundreds of dollars for his shoes, but we are going to be paying hundreds of dollars for his flip flops~ Dem Convention 2008

None of us men do look what we really are. Demmed good thing, too.

We stared at each other in silence until she looked away. I won. I always won, because I had my daddy’s eyes and she could only stare for so long, without looking away. I had my own ways of getting to Baby-Sweet.

Es ist überhaupt nicht so, wie sie gleich behauptet." Er sah zu mir, während Teddie seine Hand von ihrem Mund zerrte. [...] "Ich war nervös und hab mich mindestens tausendmal entschuldigt, okay?" Ich stutzte [...] "Im ersten Präpkurs hat er statt des Körperspenders mich seziert." "Er hat was?!" "Es war ein Ausrutscher! Mit dem Skalpell...Ich...Oh Mann, warum muss es das erste sein, was fremde Menschen von mir erfahren? Ich schäme mich immer noch, okay?

Has Stalin understood correctly?’ asked Stalin. ‘You were on Franco’s side, you have fought against Comrade Mao, you have… saved the life of the pig in London and you have put the deadliest weapon in the world in the hands of the arch-capitalists in the USA. ‘I might have known,’ Stalin mumbled and in his anger forgot to talk in the third person. ‘And now you are here to sell yourself to Soviet socialism? One hundred thousand dollars, is that the price for your soul? Or has the price gone up during the course of the evening?’ Allan no longer wanted to help. Of course, Yury was still a good man and he was the one who actually needed the help. But you couldn’t get away from the fact that the results of Yury’s work would end up in the hands of Comrade Stalin, and he was not exactly Allan’s idea of a real comrade. On the contrary, he seemed unstable, and it would probably be best for all concerned if he didn’t get the bomb to play with. ‘Not exactly,’ said Allan. ‘This was never about money…’ He didn’t get any further before Stalin exploded again. ‘Who do you think you are, you damned rat? Do you think that you, a representative of fascism, of horrid American capitalism, of everything on this Earth that Stalin despises, that you, you, can come to the Kremlin, to the Kremlin, and bargain with Stalin, and bargain with Stalin?’ ‘Why do you say everything twice?’ Allan wondered, while Stalin went on: ‘The Soviet Union is prepared to go to war again, I’ll tell you that! There will be war, there will inevitably be war until American imperialism is wiped out.’ ‘Is that what you think?’ asked Allan. ‘To do battle and to win, we don’t need your damned atom bomb! What we need is socialist souls and hearts! He who knows he can never be defeated, can never be defeated!’ ‘Unless of course somebody drops an atom bomb on him,’ said Allan. ‘I shall destroy capitalism! Do you hear! I shall destroy every single capitalist! And I shall start with you, you dog, if you don’t help us with the bomb!’ Allan noted that he had managed to be both a rat and a dog in the course of a minute or so. And that Stalin was being rather inconsistent, because now he wanted to use Allan’s services after all. But Allan wasn’t going to sit there and listen to this abuse any longer. He had come to Moscow to help them out, not to be shouted at. Stalin would have to manage on his own. ‘I’ve been thinking,’ said Allan. ‘What,’ said Stalin angrily. ‘Why don’t you shave off that moustache?’ With that the dinner was over, because the interpreter fainted

Therefore, they is only one thing to do …” Here I stopped speaking altogether for a while, allowing these last words to enter their consciousness. Minutes passed and they said nothing, then Henry’s voice broke the silence, his deaf man’s bleat hoarse and cracked, a shock in the stillness: “Us gotta kill all dem white sonsabitches. Ain’t dat what de Lawd done told you? Ain’t dat right, Nat?” It was as if by those words we were committed. Us gotta kill … I talked on, detailing my plans.

And we: spectators, always, everywhere, turned toward the world of objects, never outward. It fills us. We arrange it. It breaks down. We rearrange it, then break down ourselves. (Und wir: Zuschauer, immer, uberall, dem allen zugewandt und nie hinaus! Uns uberfullts. Wir ordnens. es zerfallt. Wir ordnens wieder und zerfallen selbst.)

Die Ohnmacht des Einzelnen ist der Grund, aus dem alle es versuchen muessen

Ah, we've had so many masters, Swine or eagle, lean or fat one: Some were tiers, some hyenas, Still we fed this one and that one. Whether one is better than the other: Ah, one boot is always like another When it treads upon you. What I say about them Is we need no other masters: we can do without them! Yes, the wheel is always turning madly, Neither side stays up or down, But the water underneath fares badly For it has to make the wheel go round. (Ach, wir hatten viele Herren Hatten Tiger und Hyänen Hatten Adler, hatten Schweine Doch wir nährten den und jenen. Ob sie besser waren oder schlimmer: Ach, der Stiefel glich dem Stiefel immer Und uns trat er. Ihr versteht, ich meine Dass wir keine andern Herren brauchen, sondern keine! Freilich dreht das Rad sich immer weiter Dass, was oben ist, nicht oben bleibt. Aber für das Wasser unten heisst das leider Nur dass es das Rad halt ewig treibt.)

O dieses ist das Tier, das es nicht giebt. Sie wußtens nicht und habens jeden Falls – sein Wandeln, seine Haltung, seinen Hals, bis in des stillen Blickes Licht – geliebt. Zwar war es nicht. Doch weil sie’s liebten, ward ein reines Tier. Sie ließen immer Raum. Und in dem Raume, klar und ausgespart, erhob es leicht sein Haupt und brauchte kaum zu sein È questo l’animale favoloso, che non esiste. Non veduto mai, ne amaron le movenze, il collo, il passo: fino la luce dello sguardo calmo. Pure “non era”. Ma perchè lo amarono, divenne. Intatto. Gli lasciavan sempre più spazio. E in quello spazio chiaro, etereo: serbato a lui – levò, leggiero, il capo. And here we have the creature that is not. But they did not allow this , and as it happens - his gait and bearing, his arched neck, even the light in his eyes - they loved it all. Yet truly he was not. But because they loved him the beast was seen. And always they made room. And in that space, empty and unbounded, he raised an elegant head, yet hardly fought for his existence. Oh ! C'est elle, la bête qui n'existe pas. Eux, ils n'en savaient rien, et de toutes façons - son allure et son port, son col et même la lumière calme de son regard - ils l'ont aimée. Elle, c'est vrai, n'existait point. Mais parce qu'ils l'aimaient bête pure, elle fut. Toujours ils lui laissaient l'espace. Et dans ce clair espace épargné, doucement, Elle leva la tête, ayant à peine besoin d'être.

Es liegt an der Dunkelheit und der Wärme. Dem Gefühl, bei jemand anderem Zuhause zu sein, im Niemandsland, nicht bei ihr oder bei mir, ohne Spuren von uns an Bettdecken, dem Kamin oder den Fotos an der Wand. Ich habe das Gefühl, mein Leben wäre weit weg, obwohl ich hier bin. - S. 115

One night, around the campfire after a dinner of bully-beef stew, someone opened an extra bottle of rum. ‘As it grew darker, the men began to sing, at first slightly self-conscious and shy, but picking up confidence as the song spread.’ Their songs were not the martial chants of warriors, but the schmaltzy romantic popular tunes of the time: ‘I’ll Never Smile Again’, ‘My Melancholy Baby’, ‘I’m Dancing with Tears in My Eyes’. The bigger and burlier the singer, Pleydell noted, the more passionate and heartfelt the singing. Now the French contingent struck up, with a warbling rendition of ‘Madeleine’, the bittersweet song of a man whose lilacs for his lover have been left to wilt in the rain. Then it was the turn of the German prisoners who, after some debate, belted out ‘Lili Marleen’, the unofficial anthem of the Afrika Korps, complete with harmonies: ‘Vor der Kaserne / Vor dem grossen Tor / Stand eine Laterne / Und steht sie noch davor …’ (Usually rendered in English as: Underneath the lantern, by the barrack gate, darling I remember, how you used to wait.) As the last verse died away, the audience broke into loud whistles and applause. To his own astonishment, Pleydell was profoundly moved. ‘There was something special about that night,’ he wrote years later. ‘We had formed a small solitary island of voices; voices which faded and were caught up in the wilderness. A little cluster of men singing in the desert. An expression of feeling that defied the vastness of its surroundings … a strange body of men thrown together for a few days by the fortunes of war.’ The doctor from Lewisham had come in search of authenticity, and he had found it deep in the desert, among hard soldiers singing sentimental songs to imaginary sweethearts in three languages.

Ah was wid dem white chillun so much till Ah didn’t know Ah wuzn’t white till Ah was round six years old. Wouldn’t have found it out then, but a man come long takin’ pictures and without askin’ anybody, Shelby, dat was de oldest boy, he told him to take us. Round a week later de man brought de picture for Mis’ Washburn to see and pay him which she did, then give us all a good lickin’. “So when we looked at de picture and everybody got pointed out there wasn’t nobody left except a real dark little girl with long hair standing by Eleanor. Dat’s where Ah wuz s’posed to be, but Ah couldn’t recognize dat dark chile as me. So Ah ast, ‘where is me? Ah don’t see me.

1. Close Friend, someone who got yo back, yo "main nigga." 2. Rooted in blackness and the Black experience. From a middle-aged social worker: "That Brotha ain like dem ol e-lights, he real, he a shonuff nigga" 3. Generic, neutral refrence to African Americans. From a 30 something college educated Sista: "The party was live, it was wall to wall niggaz there" 4. A sista's man/lover/partner. from the beauty shop. "Guess we ain gon be seein too much of girlfriend no mo since she got herself a new nigga" From Hip Hop artist Foxy brown, "Ain no nigga like the on I got." 5. Rebellious, fearless unconventional, in-yo-face Black man. From former NBA superstar Charles Barkley, "Nineties niggas... The DailyNews, The Inquirer has been on my back... They want their Black Athletes to be Uncle Tom. I told you white boys you've never heard of a 90s nigga. We do what we want to do" quoted in The Source, December 1992). 6. Vulgar, disrespectful Black Person, antisocial, conforming to negative sterotype of African Americans. From former Hip Hop group Arrested Development, in their best-selling song, "People Everyday" 1992: A black man actin like a nigga... got stomped by an African" 7. A cool, down person, rooted in Hip Hop and black culture, regardless of race, used today by non-blacks to refer to other non-Blacks. 8. Anyone engaged in inappropriate, negative behavior; in this sense, Blacks may even apply the term to White folk. According to African American scholar Clarence Major's From Juba to Jive, Queen Latifah was quoted in Newsweek as criticizing the US government with these words. "Those niggers don't know what the fuck they doing

[J.Ivy:] We are all here for a reason on a particular path You don't need a curriculum to know that you are part of the math Cats think I'm delirious, but I'm so damn serious That's why I expose my soul to the globe, the world I'm trying to make it better for these little boys and girls I'm not just another individual, my spirit is a part of this That's why I get spiritual, but I get my hymns from Him So it's not me, it's He that's lyrical I'm not a miracle, I'm a heaven-sent instrument My rhythmatic regimen navigates melodic notes for your soul and your mental That's why I'm instrumental Vibrations is what I'm into Yeah, I need my loot by rent day But that is not what gives me the heart of Kunte Kinte I'm tryina give us "us free" like Cinque I can't stop, that's why I'm hot Determination, dedication, motivation I'm talking to you, my many inspirations When I say I can't, let you or self down If I were of the highest cliff, on the highest riff And you slipped off the side and clinched on to your life in my grip I would never, ever let you down And when these words are found Let it been known that God's penmanship has been signed with a language called love That's why my breath is felt by the deaf And why my words are heard and confined to the ears of the blind I, too, dream in color and in rhyme So I guess I'm one of a kind in a full house Cuz whenever I open my heart, my soul, or my mouth A touch of God reigns out [Chorus] [Jay-Z (Kanye West)] Who else you know been hot this long, (Oh Ya, you know we ain't finished) Started from nothing but he got this strong, (The ROC is in the building) Built the ROC from a pebble, pedalled rock before I met you, Pedalled bikes, got my nephews pedal bikes because they special, Let you tell that man I'm falling, Well somebody must've caught him, Cause every fourth quarter, I like to Mike Jordan 'em, Number one albums, what I got like four of dem, More of dem on the way, The Eight Wonder on the way, Clear the way, I'm here to stay, Y'all can save the chitter chat, this and that, this and Jay, Dissin' Jay 'ill get you mased, When I start spitting them lyrics, niggas get very religious, Six Hail Maries, please Father forgive us, Young, the Archbishop, the Pope John Paul of y'all niggas, The way y'all all follow Jigga, Hov's a living legend and I tell you why, Everybody wanna be Hov and Hov still alive.

W Sta­nach nie­za­leż­nie od po­li­tycz­ne­go roz­da­nia rzą­dzi więc kilka po­tęż­nych or­ga­ni­za­cji lob­by­stycz­nych. Naj­waż­niej­sza z nich to Wall Stre­et, a więc banki i in­sty­tu­cje fi­nan­so­we. Drugą jest sek­tor mi­li­tar­ny oraz bez­pie­czeń­stwa. Wy­jąt­ko­wo groź­ny dla resz­ty świa­ta, co po­ka­za­ły wy­pad­ki sprzed de­ka­dy. Trze­ci blok to po­tęż­ne lobby izra­el­skie. Potem jesz­cze lobby gór­ni­czo-naf­to­we. Szcze­gól­nie wpły­wo­we od cza­sów Geo­r­ge’a W. Busha, który po­sta­wił wieu naf­cia­rzy na czele po­wią­za­nych z rzą­dem ogra­ni­za­cji zaj­mu­ją­cych się śro­do­wi­skiem. Na tym przy­kła­dzie do­brze widać, jak dzia­ła ta „neo­li­be­ral­na de­re­gu­la­cja”. To zna­czy naf­cia­rze w imie­niu rządu re­gu­lu­ją swój wła­sny sek­tor. I niech pan zgad­nie, w któ­rym kie­run­ku to re­gu­lu­ją! Oczy­wi­ście robią to w taki spo­sób, żeby więk­sza część kosz­tów ich dzia­łal­no­ści zo­sta­ła prze­rzu­co­na na in­nych. W tym przy­pad­ku na śro­do­wi­sko. W ten spo­sób ich pro­duk­ty mogą być śmiesz­nie tanie. A sek­tor ban­ko­wy? Do­kład­nie ta sama hi­sto­ria. Po­zwo­lo­no ban­kom w imię wol­no­ści ro­snąć do roz­mia­rów, gdy stały się zbyt duże, by upaść. I teraz rząd musi je ra­to­wać za każ­dym razem, gdy wpad­ną w kło­po­ty. I to nie tylko po­przez ba­ilo­uty. O wiele czę­ściej od­by­wa się to w spo­sób dużo bar­dziej za­ka­mu­flo­wa­ny. Przez dłuż­szy czas Fed mu­siał wpusz­czać w go­spo­dar­kę cięż­kie mi­liar­dy do­dat­ko­wych do­la­rów. W efek­cie na Wall Stre­et pa­nu­je nie­spo­ty­ka­na hossa. A re­al­na go­spo­dar­ka jak tkwi­ła, tak tkwi w kło­po­tach. Na rynek we­wnętrz­ny to się w ogóle nie prze­kła­da. To nie jest żadna de­re­gu­la­cja. To jest sa­mo­re­gu­la­cja.

CRISIS IN LOVE crisis in love , is what makes love no longer love but haterd , it also distroy friendship , ,, . We have two major crisi s in love , .MONEY & SEX.... Most of our gals nowadays no longer interested in true love , but un does who send money un dem, many has gone because of it , dat is why men nowadays are using dem for rituals ,, , while some are having problem in their marriage because of it, this is also break the marriage when the möney is gone, , True love is like a seed , if u water it , it wil grow , if not it wil die . What shall do to prevent dis , for gals dont love a gal because of his money , bt love him because of his future ,.SEX. What shall it profit a man to gain the pride ,of a woman and loses it his bright future, , Some of our gals are decive by the word "I LOVE U,," that makes some mothers in this dear youth stages, Some are also distorying dear womb , in the name of abortion , and also some family are childless because of this ,.., and so sin before God and man. Shine ur eyes gals, many has gone, before u openup for a guy makes sure he has paide ur bride price, .. LET u understand the sex , is devine gift from God to promote marriage life......NB Love is devine by one word sacrifice, ..that is why God sent his son to die for us. JESUS is pure example of love. Thanks . I LOVE u all ,but God LOVE most.

Angel Miss, she ain't complainin'. She jist gonna fidget long as Mausa James fidget. What you speck?"      John leaned on his long poker to look at her. "Ah tells ya what I speck. Ah speck dem two white folks be pert' near as fixed up together as we be, Larney."      "To be niggahs, we'se de mos' blessed critters on God's earth."      He slipped his arm around her waist. "Ah's glad ah's a niggah, Larney. Ah couldn't sleep 'longside you at night effen ah wasn't no niggah.

Mr. Minasian informed me of the group's plan and asked whether I would cooperate in the creation of the play. I enthusiastically agreed. I wanted Selma to be famous, if only posthumously. For a year we spoke almost every week, about the town, the community, the war, Selma's lover for Leiser (my husband's cousin). I answered their questions, in German, and some of my statements were incorporated into the play. In march of 2001, I was told the the premiere would take place on April 21, in the Stadttheater Fürth, Studio auf dem Theater. The theater invited my husband and me to attend the premiere, all expenses paid! We were of course moved and were excited to have the opportunity to be there.

Listen, dis foreign TV channels dey spoil de image of our country. Dese white stations dey make billions of dollars to sell your war and blood to de world… We no bad like dis. OK, why dem no dey show corpses of deir white people during crisis for TV? Abi, people no dey kill for America or Europe?” “You dey speak grammar!” someone shouted. “Wetin concern us wid America and Europe? Abeg, give us cable TV.” “Remove dis toilet pictures!” said another. “So our barracks be toilet now?” the police answered. "What an insult!“ "You na mad mad police,” Monica said. “Ok, cable TV no be for free anymore!” the police said. “But it’s our pictures we are watching on cable TV,” Madam Aniema said. “Why should we pay you to see ourselves and our people?” The police answered, “Because government dey complain say cable TV dey misrepresent dis religious crisis.

Aren’t I ever going to do anything but ask questions, God? Will I ever get answers?” Slowly, words her mama had said many times floated gently into her mind. Askin’ questions keeps you comin’ to God, Rose girl. You can rest sure he done got all the answers. You can also rest sure he ain’t gonna tell you till you need to know. He don’t mind the askin’ though. As long as we’re askin’ that means there be somethin’ in us that still believes he gonna tell us one day. And he will, Rose girl. When the time be right, he gonna answer all dem questions…If we done knew all the answers, there wouldn’t be no need to trust God. Wouldn’t be no need to get to know him. And that, Rose girl would be the tragedy. Knowin’ all the answers without knowing God... Why, knowin’ ‘em that way wouldn’t mean nothin’!

I think no introductions are necessary,’ said Kalkin. ‘The Controllers remain mute, as always.’ Pug looked up into the heavens above the Pavilion, and saw the four silent faces: Abram-Sev, the Forger of Action; Ev-Dem, the Worker from Within; Graf, the Weaver of Wishes; and Helbinor, the Abstainer. Pug said, ‘I … I understand.’ Kalkin said, ‘What do you understand?’ ‘These are the forces that define our universe. They do not interact with mortals because … they are the universe.’ Macros looked at Miranda and said, ‘I told you you married a bright lad.’ ‘You told me nothing of the sort,’ said Miranda. Looking at Ban-ath, and then at the other gods, Pug said, ‘You interact with humans because … we made you!’ ‘Very bright lad,’ said Kalkin.

Ah, we've had so many masters, Swine or eagle, lean or fat one: Some were tiers, some hyenas, Still we fed this one and that one. Whether one is better than the other: Ah, one boot is always like another When it treads upon you. What I say about them Is we need no other masters: we can do without them! Yes, the wheel is always turning madly, Neither side stays up or down, But the water underneath fares badly For it has to make the wheel go round. (Ach, wir hatten viele Herren Hatten Tiger und Hyänen Hatten Adler, hatten Schweine Doch wir nährten den und jenen. Ob sie besser waren oder schlimmer: Ach, der Stiefel glich dem Stiefel immer Und uns trat er. Ihr versteht, ich meine Dass wir keine andern Herren brauchen, sondern keine! Freilich dreht das Rad sich immer weiter Dass, was oben ist, nicht oben bleibt. Aber für das Wasser unten heisst das leider NurL dass es das Rad halt ewig treibt.)

It’s symmetrical, left and right, because both the Dems and the GOP, Labour and the Tories, want the government to be really, really big, without regard to free choice, and to follow majoritarian opinion really, really closely, without regard to minorities. We Modern True Liberals stand against them both, opposing the tyranny of the majority on either side of the usual spectrum. Hip, hip, hurray for Smith, Wollstonecraft, Thoreau, Bastiat, Mill and their descendants.

Armut wird im Grunde durch einen Mangel and Geld verursacht", erklärt der Ökonom Joseph Hanlon. "Sie hat nichts mit Dummheit zu tun. Ein Mensch, der keine Haare auf dem Kopf hat, kann sich nicht am eigenen Schopf aus dem Sumpf ziehen.

Halten wir einen Moment inne, um über die Milliarden an Steuergeldern nachzudenken, die investiert werden, um die besten Köpfe der Gesellschaft auszubilden - nur damit sie lernen, andere möglichst effizient auszubeuten. Es ist zum Verrücktwerden. Stellen wir uns vor, wie anders unsere Welt aussehen könnte, wenn sich die Besten und Klügsten unserer Generation den größten Herausforderungen unserer Zeit widmen würden: dem Klimawandel zum Beispiel, oder der Bevölkerungsalterung, oder der Ungleichheit. Das wäre echte Innovation.

If mankind were on the brink of annihilation and had to rely on homemade dishes, the people of Fürstenfelde would all survive, and you'd be surprised, but you wouldn't be surprised for very long because we'd survive you.

Ihr könnt nicht alle regieren. Besser, ihr bringt eucht jetzt gleich gegenseitig um", empfiehlt die Katze meinen Freundinnen zum Abschied. Snow runzelt die Stirn. "Du hast wohl zu viel Game of Thrones geschaut." Glücklicherweise folgen mir jetzt alle, sodass wir endlich Abstand zwischen uns und die durchgeknallte Katze bringen. "Wer ich?", fragt die Grinsekatze. "Erster meines Namens, aus dem Hause Grin, Beschützer des Dunkelwaldes, Wächter über alle Thunfische, Vater von ...

We were about to make love in the same bed I shared with my husband, and the extent of our immorality was weighing in on both of us, but not enough to stop us.

We work so hard and get nothing for our labor but jes our ’lowance, we ’bleege to steal,” a South Carolina slave explained in 1863, “and den we must keep from dem ebery ting or dey suffer us too much. But dey take all our labor, and steal our chil’ren, and we only take dare chicken.

Looking back now, I don’t ever remember talking about it with anyone afterwards. We may have seen the shock and fear in each other’s eyes but there was never any discussion about what we’d experienced. This stunned silence is a feature of the Black experience in the UK, where we seem to have internalised our struggle for so long and our survival strategy is choosing not to speak. Some issues like mental health are often taboo in our community, as if we’ve somehow absorbed the British stiff upper lip culture, a culture of ‘just get on with it’. There’s even widespread denial that these experiences of racism exist. But I’m encouraged by the many older Black people who have approached me after Psychosis and Me aired to tell me: ‘Young man. Just want to say well done. Very important you talk ’bout dem tings deh, bout mental health, very important. Nice, yeah. Well done.

I’m sorry,” I said. “ ‘Dem Genesis days’?” “Yeah . . . cuz God woulda BEEN HAD . . . struck yo ass down already by now.” In unison, we fell out of our chairs laughing, defying anyone to identify exactly who here is the “service provider” and who is the “service recipient.” It’s mutual.

Wir dürfen nicht denen glauben, die heute mit philosophischer Miene und über-legenem Tone den Kulturuntergang prophezeien und sich in dem Ignorabimus gefallen. Füruns gibt es kein Ignorabimus, und meiner Meinung nach auch für die Naturwissenschaftüberhaupt nicht. Statt des törichten Ignorabimus heisse im Gegenteil unsere Lösung: Wir müssen wissen. Wir werden wissen. (translation: We must not believe those, who today, with philosophical bearing and deliberative tone, prophesy the fall of culture and accept the ignorabimus. For us there is no ignorabimus, and in my opinion none whatever in natural science. In opposition to the foolish ignorabimus our slogan shall be: We must know. We will know.)

»Komm mit mir zurück nach Hause.« Max streichelte meinen Rücken. Nach Hause. Wo war das schon? Irgendwer hatte mein Herz mit einem Hammer zertrümmert. Ein Teil war in Bayern geblieben, ein weiterer war mit mir nach Köln gezogen, und etliche Splitter waren irgendwo auf dem Weg verloren gegangen.

In Athens at the time of Cicero — who expresses his surprise at the fact — the men and youths were by far superior in beauty to the women: but what hard work and exertions the male sex had for centuries imposed upon itself in the service of beauty! We must not be mistaken in regard to the method employed here: the mere discipline of feelings and thoughts is little better than nil (—it is in this that the great error of German culture, which is quite illusory, lies): the body must be persuaded first. The strict maintenance of a distinguished and tasteful demeanour, the obligation of frequenting only those who do not “let themselves go,” is amply sufficient to render one distinguished and tasteful: in two or three generations everything has already taken deep root. The fate of a people and of humanity is decided according to whether they begin culture at the right place — not at the “soul” (as the fatal superstition of the priests and half-priests would have it): the right place is the body, demeanour, diet, physiology — the rest follows as the night the day .... That is why the Greeks remain the first event in culture — they knew and they did what was needful.

I’m guessing we don’t got no gumbo with turtle eggs?” he said. Olivia smiled in that coquettish way she had. “What?” Disco said. “Wit turtle ag,” she said. “Don’t got none of them,” I said, doing my impersonation of his accent. “De alma-dillions, dey dug dem all up.” Olivia said, “That was pretty good.” Disco said, “Didn’t sound nothing like me.” “So what’s your accent?” she asked him. “French?” “Cajun,” he replied. “Sounds French to me.” “Sounds Cajun to me.

Lord.” Trustin’ was de only hope of de poor black critters in dem days. Us just prayed for strength to endure it to de end. We didn’t ’spect nothin’ but to stay in bondage till we died. I

Askin’ questions keeps you comin’ to God, Rose girl. You can rest sure he done got all the answers. You can also rest sure he ain’t gonna tell you till you need to know. He don’t mind the askin’ though. As long as we’re askin’ that means there be somethin’ in us that still believes he gonna tell us one day. And he will, Rose girl. When the time be right, he gonna answer all dem questions…If we done knew all the answers, there wouldn’t be no need to trust God. Wouldn’t be no need to get to know him. And that, Rose girl would be the tragedy. Knowin’ all the answers without knowing God... Why, knowin’ ‘em that way wouldn’t mean nothin’!

I know what you’re thinking, Mer” Noah murmured, his eyes on Mike McKinney’s name. “What?” “You’ve got that damn song in your head.” “Dem Bones?” “Yep.” “It’s completely inappropriate. But ever since we had that talk, I think of it whenever I think of him. How did you know?” “Because you’re tapping your toes in the rhythm of the song . . . and because it’s been stuck in my head for a year.” “I’ll sing ‘Red Red Wine.’” “Don’t you dare.