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  • 2024/11/21 20:53
• Never!' and applied thespurs
  
  Hardin's voice  was softly ironic as  he addressed the same  Wienis who hadone hour  earlier declared him a prisoner of war  and Terminus on the pointof  destruction, and  who  now was  a  huddled shadow,  broken and  silent.
  "There is an old  fable," said Hardin, "as old perhaps as humanity, for theoldest  records containing  it  are merely  copies of  other  records stillolder, that might interest you Dream beauty pro hard sell. It runs as follows:
  "A horse having a  wolf as a powerful and dangerous enemy lived in constantfear of his life.  Being driven to desperation, it occured to him to seek astrong  ally.  Whereupon he  approached  a  man, and  offered an  alliance,pointing  out that  the  wolf was  likewise an  enemy of  the man.  The manaccepted the partnership at  once and offered to kill the wolf immediately,if his  new partner would only  co-operate by placing his  greater speed atthe man's  disposal. The  horse was willing,  and allowed the  man to placebridle  and saddle  upon him. The  man mounted,  hunted down the  wolf, andkilled him.
  "The horse,  joyful and relieved, thanked the man,  and said: 'Now that ourenemy  is dead,  remove  your bridle  and saddle  and restore  my freedom "Whereupon  the man laughed  loudly and  replied, ' with a will."Silence still. The shadow that was Wienis did not stir.
  Hardin continued quietly, "You see the analogy, I hope. In their anxiety tocement  forever domination  over their  own people,  the kings of  the FourKingdoms accepted  the religion of science that  made them divine; and thatsame religion  of science  was their bridle  and saddle, for  it placed thelife blood  of nuclear power in  the hands of the  priesthoodwho took theirorders from  us, be  it noted, and not  from you. You killed  the wolf, butcould not get rid of the m?
  Wienis  sprang to  his  feet and  in the  shadows,  his eyes  were maddenedhollows. His voice was  thick, incoherent. "And yet I'll get you. You won'tescape.  You'll rot.  Let them  blow us  up. Let  them blow  everything up.
  You'll rot! I'll get you!
  "Soldiers!" he  thundered, hysterically.  "Shoot me down  that devil. Blasthim! Blast him!"Hardin turned about in his chair to face the soldiers and smiled. One aimedhis  nuclear blast  and then  lowered it.  The others never  budged. SalvorHardin,  mayor  of  Terminus,  surrounded by  that  soft  aura, smiling  soconfidently,  and before  whom all  the power  of Anacreon had  crumbled topowder was  too much for them,  despite the orders of  the shrieking maniacjust beyond HKUE amec.
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  • 2016/08/12 11:54
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• predestinate to crime
  
  “That other of his race who, in a later age, again and again, brought his forces over The Great River into Turkey Land; who, when he was beaten back, came again, and again, and again, though he had to come alone from the bloody field where his troops were being slaughtered, since he knew that he alone could ultimately triumph.”
  
  “What does this tell us? Not much? no! The Count’s child-thought see nothing; therefore he speak so free. Your man-thought see nothing; my man-thought see nothing, till just now. No! But there comes another word from some one who speak without thought because she, too, know not what it mean—what it might mean. Just as there are elements which rest, yet when in nature’s course they move on their way and they touch—then pouf! and there comes a flash of light, heaven wide, that blind and kill and destroy some; but that show up all earth below for leagues and leagues. Is it not so? Well, I shall explain. To begin, have you ever study the philosophy of crime? ‘Yes’ and ‘No.’ You, John, yes; for it is a study of insanity. You, no, Madam Mina; for crime touch you not—not but once
  
  Still, your mind works true, and argues not a particulari ad universale. There is this peculiarity in criminals. It is so constant, in all countries and at all times, that even police, who know not much from philosophy, come to know it empirically, that it is. That is to be empiric. The criminal always work at one crime—that is the true criminal who seems , and who will of none other. This criminal has not full man-brain. He is clever and cunning and resourceful; but he be not of man-stature as to brain. He be of child-brain in much. Now this criminal of ours is predestinate to crime also; he, too, have child-brain, and it is of the child to do what he have done. The little bird, the little fish, the little animal learn not by principle, but empirically; and when he learn to do, then there is to him the ground to start from to do more .
  
  ‘Dos pou sto,’ said Archimedes. ‘Give me a fulcrum, and I shall move the world!’ To do once, is the fulcrum whereby child-brain become man-brain; and until he have the purpose to do more, he continue to do the same again every time, just as he have done before! Oh, my dear, I see that your eyes are opened, and that to you the lightning flash show all the leagues,” for Mrs. Harker began to clap her hands and her eyes sparkled. He went on:—
  
  “Now you shall speak. Tell us two dry men of science what you see with those so bright eyes.” He took her hand and held it whilst she spoke. His finger and thumb closed on her pulse, as I thought instinctively and unconsciously, as she spoke:—
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  • 2016/07/27 12:04
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• Through their negligence
  
  'With us it is different. And despite demokorasu, the parents of this youth will be rejoicing this evening and their neighbours will be rejoicing with them. Honour is more important to us than life - more proud, more beautiful Dream beauty pro hard sell.'
  
  Bond shrugged. 'Well, I just think that if the boy had the guts to do this thing, it was the waste of a perfectly good Japanese life. In fact, of course, this suicide business in Japan is nothing more than a form of hysteria-an expression of the streak of violence that seems to run all through the history of Japan. If you hold your own life so cheaply, it follows that you will hold others' lives even more cheaply. The other day, I saw a traffic accident at one of the main crossings. I don't know the name of it. It was a multiple affair, and there were bodies all over the place. The police came, but instead of concentrating on getting the wounded to hospital, insisted that they should lie where they were so that they could draw chalk lines round them and photograph them - presumably for use when the case came to court.'
  
  'That is common practice,' said Tiger indifferently. 'We are much over-populated. Abortion is legal. It is helping to solve one of our problems if a few extra people die in an automobile accident. But there is something in what you said earlier. Our word for suicide is jisatsu, literally "self-murder", and although it is a violent solution to a personal problem, it carries no stigma as it would in your country. In fact, one of our most famous folk-tales, known to all children, is of the forty-seven ronin, or bodyguards. , their lord, Asano, was assassinated. They swore to avenge him and they did so. But then they came together at a place called Ako and all committed seppuku to expiate their negligence. This is what you know as hara-kiri, which is a vulgar term meaning "belly-cutting". Today, at the time of the festival at the Ako shrine, special trains have to be laid on to accommodate the respectful pilgrims .'
  
  'Well, if you bring your children up on that sort of stuff, you can't expect them not to venerate the act of suicide.'
  
  'Just so,' said Tiger proudly, '25,000 Japanese commit suicide every year. Only the bureaucrats regard that as a shameful statistic. And the more spectacular the suicide, the more warmly it is approved. Not long ago, a young student achieved great renown by trying to saw his own head off. Lovers link hands and throw themselves over the very high Kegon Falls at Nikko.
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  • 2016/07/08 18:17
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• Highlands of Scotland learned and spoke
  
  In that case, my dear Bondo-san, and since I know you to be a man of honour, except, of course, in matters affecting your country, which this does not, I will tell you quite an interesting story. This is how it is.' He got out of his chair and sat down on the tatami and arranged himself in the lotus position. He was obviously more comfortable in this posture
  He said, in an expository tone of voice, 'Ever since the beginning of the era of Meiji, who you will know was the Emperor who fathered the modernization and Westernization of Japan from the beginning of his reign nearly a hundred years ago, there have from time to time been foreigners who have come to this country and settled here. They have for the most part been cranks and scholars, and the European-born American Lafcadio Hearn, who became a Japanese citizen, is a very typical example.
  
  In general, they have been tolerated, usually with some amusement. So, perhaps, would be a Japanese who bought a castle in the , and who  Gaelic with his neighbours and expressed unusual and often impertinent interest in Scottish folkways. If he went about his researches politely and peaceably, he would be dubbed an amiable eccentric 
  
  And so it has been with the Westerners who have settled and spent their lives in Japan, though occasionally, in time of war, as would no doubt be the case with our mythical Japanese in Scotland, they have been regarded as spies and suffered internment and hardship.
  
  Now, since the occupation, there have been many such settlers, the great majority of whom, as you can imagine, have been American. The Oriental way of life is particularly attractive to the American who wishes to escape from a culture which, I am sure you will agree, has become, to say the least of it, more and more unattractive except to the lower grades of the human species to whom bad but plentiful food, shiny toys such as the automobile and the television, and the "quick buck", often dishonestly earned, or earned in exchange for minimal labour or skills, are the summum bonum, if you will allow the sentimental echo from my Oxford education HKUE ENG.'
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  • 2016/06/29 18:42
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• spread itself out into a large lake
  
  Now Masilo had fallen in loved with Thakane the moment he saw her. At first he did not know what to make of this strange feeling, for all his life he had hated women, and had refused several brides whom his parents had chosen for him. However, they were so anxious that he should marry, that they willingly accepted Thakane as their daughter-in-law, though she did bring any marriage portion with her.
  
  After some time a baby was born to her, and Thakane thought it was the most beautiful baby that ever was seen. But when her mother-in-law saw it was a girl, she wrung her hands and wept, saying:
  
  'O miserable mother! Miserable child! Alas for you! why were you not a boy!'
  
  Thakane, in great surprise, asked the meaning of her distress; and the old woman told her that it was the custom in that country that all the girls who were born should be given to the ogre to eat.
  
  Then Thakane clasped the baby tightly in her arms, and cried:
  
  'But it is not the customer in MY country! There, when children die, they are buried in the earth. No one shall take my baby from me.'
  
  That night, when everyone in the hut was asleep, Thakane rose, and carrying her baby on her back, went down to a place where the river , with tall willows all round the bank. Here, hidden from everyone, she sat down on a stone and began to think what she should do to save her child.
  
  Suddenly she heard a rustling among the willows, and an old woman appeared before her.
  
  'What are you crying for, my dear?' said she.
  
  And Thakane answered: 'I was crying for my baby--I cannot hide her for ever, and if the ogre sees her, he will eat her; and I would rather she was drowned than that.'
  
  'What you say is true,' replied the old woman. 'Give me your child, and let me take care of it. And if you will fix a day to meet me here I will bring the baby.'
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