In arguing of the shadow, we forgo the substance.
I intend to follow the path of virtue. It will not be overcrowded.
He will not succeed in this," Taran said. "Somehow, we must find a way to escape. We dare not lose hope. " "I agree absolutely," Fflewddur answered. "Your general idea is excellent; it's only the details that are lacking.
I saw myself. . . in the time I watched, I saw strength and frailty, pride and vanity, courage and fear. Of wisdom, a little. Of folly much. Of intentions many good ones; but many more left undone. On this alas, I saw myself a man like any other. But this too I saw. . . Alike as men may seem, each is different as flakes of snow, no two the same. You told me you had no need to seek the Mirror, knowing you were Annlaw Clay-Shaper. Now I know who I am: myself and none other. I am Taran.
She has given you something of value: the truth in her heart.
If a storyteller worried about the facts - my dear Lucian, how could he ever get at the truth?
Any fool can tell a story. Take a few odds and ends of things that happen to you, dress them up, shuffle them about, add a dash of excitement, a little color, and there you have it.
It works for me, the way I play drums and the things I do but I also would like to know proper technique. Mainly for health - to last longer, be able to play longer.
The better organized the state, the duller its humanity.
We idealize them as gods or dismiss them as animals.
Lenin thought abstract art was a conspiracy by the bourgeois to demoralize the proletariat. Yeah, socialist realism!