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Do you miss Wales?” Tessa inquired. Will shrugged lightly. “What’s to miss? Sheep and singing,” he said. “And the ridiculous language. Fe hoffwn i fod mor feddw, fyddai ddim yn cofio fy enw.” “What does that mean?” “It means ‘I wish to get so drunk I no longer remember my own name,’ Quite useful.

On the day of the dead, when the year too dies, Must the youngest open the oldest hills Through the door of the birds, where the breeze breaks. There fire shall fly from the raven boy, And the silver eyes that see the wind, And the light shall have the harp of gold. By the pleasant lake the Sleepers lie, On Cadfan’s Way where the kestrels call; Though grim from the Grey King shadows fall, Yet singing the golden harp shall guide To break their sleep and bid them ride. When light from the lost land shall return, Six Sleepers shall ride, six Signs shall burn, And where the midsummer tree grows tall By Pendragon’s sword the Dark shall fall. Y maent yr mynyddoedd yn canu, ac y mae’r arglwyddes yn dod.

Dychwelyd i wlad eich hynafiaid; gwaed yn galw i waed. Return to the land of your fathers; blood calls to blood.

Despite everything I've been through, I still think that my loneliness is part of some character-building prologue to the joy of togetherness that inevitably awaits me,' she said. 'Isn't that funny?

I feel Sel’s gaze on the back of my neck, on my cheek, before I hear his voice. “Mae hi’n brydferth.” “What?” I ask. Nick turns when I do, just as confused. Arthur’s memories don’t recognize modern Welsh, and I only know a little. I do recognize the words for “she” and “beautiful” though. Or maybe Nick isn’t just as confused as me, because a slow, laughing smile spreads across his face, like he understands Sel’s game already. He leans a hip against the wall to watch me beside his Kingsmage, eyes teasing. “Ydi, mae hi. Yn dragwyddol.” Maybe that last word was “forever.” “Beautiful forever”? No, “always”? I flush, then pout. “Because of Arthur, I’m only fluent in Old Welsh, not modern. You know this isn’t fair.” “We know,” they respond together, and laugh.

I wasn’t sure how to navigate a space filled with strangers who knew I loved what they loved. It was like going to the sauna, except our naked bodies were identical, which made the embarrassment recursive and pointless.

But for to telle yow al hir beautee, It lyth nat in my tonge, n'yn my konnyng; I dar nat undertake so heigh a thyng. Myn Englissh eek is insufficient. It moste been a rethor excellent That koude his colours longynge for that art, If he sholde hire discryven every part. I am noon swich, I moot speke as I kan.

Dwi yn,” he murmurs, then translates. “I do trust you.” It gives me the push to answer Sel for myself, because he is many things, but he is also my friend. And right now, in this world that is just for us, our own sort of protective dome in time, away from danger, he needs to hear it from both of us. “I do, too.” Their heads turn to me. Nick’s gaze goes soft and fond. Sel flushes, but doesn’t say a word. And that’s okay

If most people looked for someone to love, she, like a tax collector, looked for those who failed to love her and made them pay up.

I love the world I hate simply because you live in it.

The fructe of all the servise that I serve Dispaire doth repe, such haples hap have I ; But tho he have no powre to make me swarve, Yet by the fire for colde I fele I dye : In paradis for hunger still I sterve : And in the flowde for thurste to deth I drye ; So Tantalus ane I and yn worse payne, Amyds my helpe, and helples doth remayne.

He is pure future. It's not him that I love. I love the story of him.

Our Welsh teacher thinks he is young. He tells us that the Welsh for skiving in town is ‘mitchio yn y dre’.

My ears hurt as if being tugged upon by pliers—yet I welcome the pain, as it heralds the completion of my journey to reunite with my Welsh ancestors. I hear them clearly now: We be *Tylwyth Teg*, the Fair Folk. We be your kinsfolk. *Mae ein gwaed yn eich gwaed*. Our blood is your blood. We be the Dea-kinsmen. Magick is our way.

As a human being who cannot live without love, I know full well that I have exhausted my options on this disappointing planet. The question is no longer 'Who are the people who will accept my unusual love?' but rather 'How do I make my love more unusual and more unacceptable

They confused their navigation through the stunning variety of meaningless choices as an expression of their individuality.

I wish I were made of glass,” I said. “Then you could see right into me. I wouldn’t have to say a word to make you understand what I’m feeling.” “It’s more likely that I would see right through you,” O said. “Which means I wouldn’t see you at all. I’d forget you’re there and crash into you like a glass wall. Flesh constitutes a tradeoff: it lets you know that a person is standing before you, but you have no idea what this person means.

Every human body is capable of producing a spirit that lingers apart from it. But whether that spirit is truer or falser than the body━she has no answer.

You are not your dryness," the Boys said in small copy on the box, "You are not your sebum." They wanted to make the world a better place, and that began with my enlarged pores.

I would love for you to know what this feels like,” she said. “I would love for you to feel as badly as I do. But you’re headed for a place without answers. So turn back around and dig your heels into a world that’s been waiting here for you all along.

Dysgodd Monica ymhellach fod Mrs Huws yn raddedig ym myrifysgol Cymru, a chan fod Monica yn ddiniwed credodd fod hynny yn arwydd o ddywilliant.

Inside your mother, you were perfectly round, complete unto yourself. You wanted for nothing. But you were born, and the nightmare began. Your body was pulled in all directions. Your arms, legs, neck, even your hair—they shouldn’t look this way. They’ve been elongated by their constant attempts to reach out and anchor to anything at all on the vast plaza that is the world.

Indeed, O's painting made me wish I could return to a time before my birth, back when I was still steeling myself for the limitations of the body to come. Then I could plan in advance all the ways in which I would dare to be. This was, of course, a pointless fantasy. I was already here, in the thick of this life, a parade of missed opportunities, a second-to-second condemnation of my mediocrity.

As a human being who cannot live without love, I know full well that I have exhausted my options on this disappointing planet. The question is no longer ‘Who are the people who will accept my unusual love?’ but rather ‘How do I make my love more unusual and more unacceptable?

You know best how to flagellate yourself.

That woman thinks you've been waiting your whole life to believe in something, and she's ready to tell you what it should be.

I'm tired of experiencing reality as that which happens strictly to me. My small life can't possibly encompass all of human experience.

I just like the feeling of us moving through time together. I need him there. I need to know that at this very moment he’s looking down at his hands somewhere in the world.

She liked to compare Polygon Plaza to a monastery: a place where the dissolution of the self produced moments of astonishing self-expression.

You've settled for a comfortable distance from him so that you can yearn without suffering. Sorry, but you're not in love.

I knew how all of this felt, better than if I had felt it myself. The boy was my ambassador, sent to a foreign land with which my own land was in delicate relations. I'd never visited this country myself, maimed king that I was.

He doesn't need to know who you are to wait for you. You must find him. When you confront him with the full force of who you are, only then will he realize he's been waiting for you. You have to show up and confront him with his destiny in the form of you.

The most famous Diophantine equation in history is the one known as Fermat's last Theorem, the celebrated statement by Pierre de Fermat (1601-55) that there are no whole number solutions to the equation x^n + y^n = z^n, where n is any number greater than 2. When n = 2, there are many solutions (in fact an infinite number). For instance, 3^2 + 4^2 = 5^2 (9 + 16 = 25); or 12^2 +5^2 = 13^2 (144 + 25 = 169). Miraculously, when we go from n = 2 to n = 3, there are no whole numbers x,y,z that satisfy x^3 + y^3 = z^3, and the same is true for any other value of n that is greater than 2. Appropriately, it was in the margin of the second book of Diophantus's Arithmetica, which Fermat was eagerly reading, that he wrote his extraordinary claim-one that took no fewer than 356 years to prove.

A light was flashing on the desktop display when Kira entered. Another message. With a sense of trepidation, she pulled it up. I am the spark in the center of the void. I am the wider shin scream that cleaves the night. I am your eschatological nightmare. I am the one and the word and the fullness of the light. Would you like to play a game? Y/N -Gregorovitch As a rule, ship minds tended to be eccentric, and the larger they were, the more eccentricities they displayed. Gregorovich was on the outer tail of that bell curve, though. She couldn’t tell if it was just his personality or if his behavior was the result of too much isolation. Surely, Falconi isn’t crazy enough to fly around with an unstable ship mind… Right? Either way, best to play it safe: No. -Kira An instant later, a reply popped up: ☹️ -Gregorovich

A light was flashing on the desktop display when Kira entered. Another message. With a sense of trepidation, she pulled it up. I am the spark in the center of the void. I am the widdershin scream that cleaves the night. I am your eschatological nightmare. I am the one and the word and the fullness of the light. Would you like to play a game? Y/N -Gregorovitch As a rule, ship minds tended to be eccentric, and the larger they were, the more eccentricities they displayed. Gregorovich was on the outer tail of that bell curve, though. She couldn’t tell if it was just his personality or if his behavior was the result of too much isolation. Surely, Falconi isn’t crazy enough to fly around with an unstable ship mind… Right? Either way, best to play it safe: No. -Kira An instant later, a reply popped up: ☹️ -Gregorovich

Ti manca il Galles?'' chiese Tessa, senza neanche sapere perché. Si rendeva conto che interrogare Will sul passato era come stuzzicare un cane idrofobo, ma sembrava non poterne fare a meno. Will scrollò leggermente le spalle. ''E cosa dovrebbe mancarmi? Le pecore e le canzoni? O quella ridicola lingua? Fe hoffwn i fod moi feddw, fyddai ddim yn cofio fy enw.'' ''Che significa?'' "Voglio ubriacarmi tanto da non ricordare più il mio nome". Piuttosto utile. ''Non mi sembri molto patriottico'' osservò Tessa. ''Non stavi ricordando le montagne?'' ''Patriottico?'' Will sogghignò, con aria compiaciuta. ''Te lo dico io che cos'è patriottico. In onore del mio luogo di nascita, ho il drago gallese tatuato sul...'' ''Sei davvero di un umore incantevole, William'' lo interruppe Jem.

prove that xn + yn = zn has no whole number solutions for n greater than 2.

Nid wyf yn deall.

Beth os na fydd yn fy helpu?

Awyr y gynhelir adenydd fy mrawd Rwy'n agor fy hun i chi Cadw ni'n ddiogel ac nid ydynt yn ymladd y dyfodol, rydym yn dod i chi Tawel eich hun!

Only after we hung up did it dawn on me that I'd been asking my yes/no questions in an intonation signaling declarative statements. Everything I wasn't sure about--he'd thought I was expressing with absolute certainty.

importun /ɛ̃pɔʀtœ̃, yn/ I. adj 1. [personne] (gênant) troublesome; (irritant) tiresome; (indésirable) unwelcome • un visiteur ~ | an unwelcome visitor • je ne voudrais pas être ~ | I don't wish to intrude 2. [visite, intervention] ill-timed; [remarque] ill-chosen; [question] awkward II. nm,f (visiteur) unwelcome visitor; (gêneur) tiresome individual

C> DEL C:\SIMULATIONS\PLANETS\EARTHV3.SIML C> ARE YOU SURE? Y/N C>

Despite everything I’ve been through, I still think that my loneliness is part of some character-building prologue to the joy of togetherness that inevitably awaits me,” she said. “Isn’t that funny?

bear made from blobs of a black substance.

He doesn’t need to know who you are to wait for you. You must find him. When you confront him with the full force of who you are, only then will he realize he’s been waiting for you. You have to show up and confront him with his destiny in the form of you.

Kateadh yn Psychid. “Fracture of the Soul,

Indeed, O’s painting made me wish I could return to a time before my birth, back when I was still steeling myself for the limitations of the body to come. Then I could plan in advance all the ways in which I would dare to be. This was, of course, a pointless fantasy. I was already here, in the thick of this life, a parade of missed opportunities, a second-to-second condemnation of my mediocrity.

You must have heard the saying that the pen is mightier than the sword. Well, its usage has vanished from popular literature in recent years. What has taken its place is the comparison of the pen to a gun. This reflects, I hypothesize, the growing awareness that the act of writing kills quickly and from a great distance. Literature murders—not the reader, as one might expect, but the characters, who are no different from real people. Behind every character is a person out in the world whose sanctity is violated in the process of literary transfiguration. Every black letter on a white page is a bullet.

My First Time, experienced at the age of twenty-nine, made me wonder about all the other first times out there to be had.

I’m tired of experiencing reality as that which happens strictly to me. My small life can’t possibly encompass all of human experience.

قضى أكابر مجرمي قريش في التخطيط، ليجمعوا على محمد رسول الله صلى الله عليه وسلم وكانوا على ثقة ويقيــــــــن جازم من نجاح مؤامرة يضربونه بها ضربة رجل واحد. ولكن الله هو الواحد الغالب، قادر على كل شيء وبيده كل شيء فأوحى الله تعالى إلى رسوله وأمره بالخروج من بيته. ومع استعداد قريش لتنفيذ الخطة، قال رسول الله صلى الله عليه وسلم لعلي عليه السلام بأن ينام على فراشه وهذا ما حدث فعلاً. نام علي بن أبي طالب على فراش رسول الله في برده الأخضر، وخرج رسول الله صلى الله عليه وسلم وأخذ حفنة التراب يذرها على رؤوس الفتيان وهو يتلو: " وَجَعَلْنَا مِن بَيْنِ أَيْدِيهِمْ سَدًّا وَمِنْ خَلْفِهِمْ سَدًّا فَأَغْشَيْنَاهُمْ فَهُمْ لاَ يُبْصِرُونَ". يس 9 -

Maent yn dweud fy mod yn caru, Lle nad wyf, mi allaf dyngu. Yn lle ‘rwyf yn caru mwyaf Y mae lleiaf sôn amdanaf.

Am flynyddoedd mi fûm yn ddigwmni ac weithiau'n hiraethu am i rywun o'r cannoedd yn y strydoedd o'm cwmpas ddweud gair wrthyf.

Nothing true is ever fair.

Consider the cicadas...there's the droning of the cicadas, as a technical phenomenon of sound waves. Then there's the mystery of the noise, its vehement formlessness. Neither of these things can be painted. I paint what lies in between. When I paint, I am saying yes to something that can be neither agreed nor disagreed with.

You’re trembling like a foal. Has no one touched you in a while? Don’t be embarrassed. Being practiced at love is exactly what ruins it.

People are craving touch, sensation, depth. But nobody can feed them, for the same people they beseech are busy beseeching someone else. The world: a chain of beseechers.

With a start, I realized I had no sexual desire for Moon. My sexuality simply loved his sexuality, totally and unblinkingly, without my needing to know anything about what he did with his.

I was struck by the impossibility of conveying what I felt, which was crushing disappointment. It was a feeling that a child would have no trouble expressing.

The Pack of Boys has released their first album in Seoul two years ago, and now they were selling out arenas and Olympic stadiums all over the world. But all that could be heard were the shrieks of children playing in the distance.

The theorem says that equations of the form xn + yn = zn have no solutions when n is a whole number greater than 2 and when x, y and z are positive whole numbers.

Dilek Kipleri: Emir vs. Teklik 215. 1. şahıs: -ayin (kitabelerde - ayın, -äyin'den daha fazla) -ayın, -äyin; -ayn, -äyn; ünlü ile biten fiil tabanlarından sonra: -yin, -yın; n ağzında da, nadiren: -ayan, -ayan; -yan, -yän. bol-ayın "olayım"; aya-yın "hürmet edeyim"; tilä-yn (UII 5,12) "dileyeyim"; olur-ayn (Man. Erz... 18,29) "oturayım"; bol-ayan (MI 12,11) "olayım", İstisna olarak, sona, şahıs zamiri de gelir: bart-ayın män (KP 9,7) "kırayım". 2. şahıs: Sadece fiil tabanı, yahut -ġıl, -gil. kıl "kıl!"; aya-ġıl "hizmet et!"; yaygın olan än-gil'in yerine äŋil "eğil!". 3. şahıs: -zun, -zün; kitabelerde -çun, -çün (krş. Eski Moğolca HY ok-su "vereyim"?); alkın-zun "azalsın"; bädizäd-zün "çizsin, resmetsin"; bol-ma-zun "olmasın"; ...bolmazun; ...bolçun (IE 11) "...olmasın ...olsun", kir-zkün (KP 45,6) "girsin"; -zün yazılması gereken bir istinsah hatası. - Bazen âdet olmadığı üzere, isim durumunda kullanılır: yılıka-zunın (MII 8,16) "mağfiretiyle"; yarlıka-zu (IE 29) "buyursun" ile paralel bir yerde yarlıka-duk üçün var. Çokluk 1.şahıs: -alım, -älim; (n ağzında:) -alam, -äläm; ünlü ile biten fiil tabanlarından sonra: -lım, -lim. 2. şahıs: -⁰ŋ: Bu şekil, tek kişi için nezaket ifadesi olarak da kullanılır, -ıŋlar vs. ise, nezaket şekli olarak değil, sadece çokluk olarak kullanılır. kalıġlan-ıŋlar "gayret ediniz"; yançal-aŋlar (MI 9,12) "eziliniz"; täk-inklär (Man. Erz. 27,33, başka yerlerdeki g'nin yerine, ekseriya, k kullanan bir metin) "gelin, değin". 3. şahıs: -zunlar, -zünlär, yahut, teklik şekilleri. Bunlar aynı zamanda 2. şahsa saygı hitabı olarak da kullanılır. Bu şekillerin yerine, yer yer daha hafif bir mana ifadesiyle, -ġay şekli gelir: bar-ma-ġay sin (KP 19,3) "gitmeyeceksin", "gitme işte!"; yara-ġay (KP 48,6) "olsun! iyi!". Emrin olumsuzu, ekseriya, bir izin verilmeyiş ifade eder: köni ıd-ma-lım (HtV 261) "hakikaten göndermeyelim (hakikaten göndermemeliyiz)""; kör-mä-yın (KP 63,2) "görmeyeyim, (görmek istemiyorum)".

I was finally starting to enjoy myself. I could tell because I wished I had more body for the world to work upon.

He's as good as dead. Take that mindset, and you'll recover faster. I can't recover on the basis of an illusion. Don't you understand that your entire situation is an illusion?

2b or nt 2b, yn ang d'feels. o hai buhay, kain 2log n lng b? magevaporate n balat me s galit!!!! d me aswang pero gus2 me inom mainit n dugo. haragan at alipin me.

Remember. Y maent yr mynyddoedd yn canu ac y mae’r arglwyddes yn dod. The mountains are singing, and the Lady comes. Remember.

Quand Ts'in (Qin n.n.) eut dispersé les royaumes combattants et qu’il régna sur l’empire, sa conduite ne changea pas, son gouvernement ne se modifia pas ; c’est pourquoi il obtint des résultats différents lorsqu’il fit des conquêtes et lorsqu’il les conserva ; il était isolé en possession (de l'empire), et c’est pourquoi on pouvait attendre sa perte imminente. Supposez que le roi de Ts’in eût administré les affaires suivant les principes des générations anciennes et qu’il eût suivi les traces des Yn (Shang n.n.) et des Tcheou (Zhou n.n.) dans la direction qu’il donna à son gouvernement ; quand bien même dans la suite il y aurait eu un souverain dissolu et arrogant, la calamité de la ruine et du péril ne se serait point produite. C’est pourquoi quand les trois dynasties fondèrent leur empire, leur renommée fut éclatante et leur œuvre dura longtemps. Maintenant, lorsque Eul-che (Qin Er Shi n.n.) (de la dynastie) Ts'in prit le pouvoir, dans l'empire il n'y eut personne qui ne tendit le cou pour observer comment il gouvernerait; en effet, celui qui a froid apprécie fort des vêtements grossiers, celui qui a faim trouve agréable au goût la lie du vin et l'enveloppe du grain; l'empire retentissait de plaintes, c'était une ressource pour le nouveau souverain: cela signifie qu'auprès d'un peuple accablé il est aisé de passer pour bon.

Driving a moped is the easiest thing in the world,” O shouted. “Keep your eyes fixed on a single point in the horizon. Don’t look anywhere else. If a truck is about to crash into you, ignore it. If a plane is falling out of the sky, ignore it. Look straight ahead and squeeze the power. Do not change course. The world will change for you. You are at the center of the universe. You can’t make a single wrong move.

I was not enough for myself, my body was not enough, yet I needed it, I couldn’t think or feel anything limitless without it.