When I was young, I thought it was thunder that kills people. But when I learnt physics in St. Paul's High School, I discovered that it is rather the lightning that does the killing. The voice of the thunder itself is just a noise. The lightning is the poise. I learnt to take the course of my life, not by violence but rather with intelligence.
Israelmore AyivorMots clés science intelligence people peace light thought arrogance violence physics discovery kill intelligent food-for-thought lightning enlighten poise voice learn paul young noise course extra thunder discover rush violent harsh arrogant st-paul extra-mile israelmore-ayivor lightening denu lighten-more lightning-conductor spaco st-paul-s-college st-paul-s-senior-high-school thunder-less
I wonder if you know yet that you’ll leave me. That you are a child playing with matches and I have a paper body. You will meet a girl with a softer voice and stronger arms and she will not have violent secrets or an affection for red wine or eyes that never stay dry. You will fall into her bed and I’ll go back to spending Friday nights with boys who never learn my last name.
Clementine von RadicsMots clés strong wonder playing secret child affection girl violent
8 April 1891
The obscenity of nostrils and mouths; the ignominious cupidity of smiles and women encountered in the street; the shifty baseness on every side, as of hyenas and wild beasts ready to bite: tradesmen in their shops and strollers on their pavements. How long must I suffer this? I have suffered it before, as a child, when, descending by chance to the servant's quarters, I overheard in astonishment their vile gossip, tearing up my own kind with their lovely teeth.
This hostility to the entire race, this muted detestation of lynxes in human form, I must have rediscovered it later while at school. I had a repugnance and horror for all base instincts, but am I not myself instinctively violent and lewd, murderous and sensual? Am I any different, in essence, from the members of the riotous and murderous mob of a hundred years ago, who hurled the town sergeants into the Seine and cried, 'String up the aristos!' just as they shout 'Down with the army!' or 'Death to the Jews!
Mots clés decadence class-warfare misanthropy army gossip jews decadent beast servant french-revolution violent sensual baseness obscenity murderous lewd base-instincts
Back when I was on my first assignment as a seeker, I was way out in Arizona. Brought in this kid named Clarisse.”
“Clarisse?”
“Sibling of yours,” Hedge said. “Ares kid. Violent. Rude. Lots of potential.
Mots clés rude violent coach-hedge frank-zhang
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