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During my controlled near-death experiences, I’ve met Sir Isaac Newton, who died back in 1727, as...more[“This is one of my favorite part of this book: :)]
During my controlled near-death experiences, I’ve met Sir Isaac Newton, who died back in 1727, as often as I’ve met Saint Peter. They both hang out at the Heaven end of the blue tunnel of the Afterlife. Saint Peter is there because that’s his job. Sir Isaac is there of his insatiable curiosity about what the blue tunnel is, Low the blue tunnel works.
It isn’t enough for Newton that during his eighty-five years on Earth he invented calculus, codified and quantified the laws of gravity, motion, and optics, and designed the first reflecting telescope. He can’t forgive himself for having left it to Darwin to come up with the theory of evolution, to Pasteur to come up with the germ theory, and to Albert Einstein to come up with relativity.
“I must have been deaf, dumb, and blind not to have come up with those myself,” he said to me. “What could have been more obvious?”
My job is to interview dead people for WNYC, but the late Sir Isaac Newton interviewed me instead. He got to make only a single one-way trip down the tunnel. He wants to know what it seems to be made of, fabric or metal or wood or what. I tell him that it’s made of whatever dreams are made of, which leaves him monumentally unsatisfied.
Saint Peter quoted Shakespeare to him: There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
I’d had more than my fair share of near-death experiences; it wasn’t something you ever really got used to.
It seemed oddly inevitable, though, facing death again. Like I really was marked for disaster. I’d escaped time and time again, but it kept coming back for me.
Still, this time was so different from the others.
You could run from someone you feared, you could try to fight someone you hated. All my reactions were geared toward those kinds of killers – the monsters, the enemies.
When you loved the one who was killing you, it left you no options. How could you run, how could you fight, when doing so would hurt that beloved one? If your life was all you had to give your beloved, how could you not give it?
With ice in my heart, I watched him prepare to defend me. His intense concent...more[Quoted from this book:]
All our attempts at subterfuge had been in vain.
With ice in my heart, I watched him prepare to defend me. His intense concentration betrayed no hint of doubt, though he was outnumbered. I knew that we could expect no help – at this moment, his family was fighting for their lives just as surely as he was for ours . Would I ever learn the outcome of that other fight? Find out who the winners and the losers were? Would I live long enough for that?
The odds of that didn’t look so great.
Black eyes, wild with their fierce craving for my death, watched for the moment when my protector’s attention would be diverted. The moment when I would surely die.
Somewhere, far, far away in the cold forest, a wolf howled. (less)
I felt like I was trapped in one of those terrifying nightmares, the one where you have to run, run till your lungs burst, bu...more[Quoted from this book:]
I felt like I was trapped in one of those terrifying nightmares, the one where you have to run, run till your lungs burst, but you can’t make your body move fast enough. My legs seemed to move slower and slower as I fought my way through the callous crowd, but the hands on the huge clock tower didn’t slow. With relentless, uncaring force, they turned inexorably toward the end – the end of everything.
But this was no dream, and, unlike the nightmare, I wasn’t running for my life; I was racing to save something infinitely more precious. My own life meant little to me today.
Alice had said there was a good chance we would both die here. Perhaps the outcome would be different if she weren’t trapped by the brilliant sunlight; only I was free to run across this bright, crowded square.
And I couldn’t run fast enough.
So it didn’t matter to me that we were surrounded by our extraordinarily dangerous enemies. As the clock began to toll out the hour, vibrating under the soles of my sluggish feet, I knew I was too late – and I was glad something bloodthirsty waited in the wings.
For in failing at this, I forfeited any desire to live.
The clock tolled again, and the sun beat down from the exact center point of the sky. (less)
I’d never given much thought to how I would die – though I’d had reason enough in the last few months – but even if I had, I...more[Quoted from this book:]
I’d never given much thought to how I would die – though I’d had reason enough in the last few months – but even if I had, I would not have imagined it like this.
I stared without breathing across the long room, into the dark eyes of the hunter, and he looked pleasantly back at me.
Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved. Noble, even. That ought to count for something.
I knew that if I’d never gone to Forks, I wouldn’t be facing death now. But, terrified as I was, I couldn’t bring myself to regret the decision. When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it’s not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end. The hunter smiled in a friendly way as he sauntered forward to kill me. (less)
Sangat jarang saya menemukan karya yang begitu 'pas' dengan selera baca saya. Buku ini adalah salah satu dari top 10 list item saya pasti...moreFANTASTIC !!!
Sangat jarang saya menemukan karya yang begitu 'pas' dengan selera baca saya. Buku ini adalah salah satu dari top 10 list item saya pastinya. Kisah, plot, karakter, serta bahasa yang digunakan sangat unik. It's like make you 'must-think' but somehow you understand it deep inside. Yah, begitulah saya menggambarkan buku ini.
One of the most thing I like in this book is about the kind of sense of humor reserved. I've gotta admit that most of the times I've gotta paused the reading just to absob the humor and laughing all the way.
Buku ini juga membuka wawasan baru tentang cara pikir saya terhadap sejarah dan politik. Saya tidak pernah tertarik dengan politik, dalam segala hal, saya bahkan menolak mendengar conversation about politics. But damn! this is one helluva thing to strike me right at the core! (maaf jika bahasanya kurang diminati).
Well, one thing for sure, this book is absolutely a must-read-item. Caution: suitable for open-minded person only!(less)
Death, in this forsaken place, could come in countless forms. Geologist Charles Brophy had endured the savage splendor of thi...more[Quoted from this book:]
Death, in this forsaken place, could come in countless forms. Geologist Charles Brophy had endured the savage splendor of this terrain for years, and yet nothing could prepare him for a fate as barbarous and unnatural as the one about to befall him.
As Brophy’s four huskies pulled his sled of geologic sensing equipment across the tundra, the dogs suddenly slowed, looking skyward.
“What is it, girls?” Brophy asked, stepping off the sled.
Beyond the gathering storm clouds, a twin-rotor transport helicopter arched in low, hugging the glacial peaks with military dexterity.
That’s odd, he thought. He never saw helicopters this far north. The aircraft landed fifty yards away, kicking up a stinging spray of granulated snow. His dogs whined, looking wary.
When the chopper doors slid open, two men descended. They were dressed in full-weather whites, armed with rifles, and moved toward Brophy with urgent intent.
“Dr. Brophy?” one called.
The geologist was baffled. “How did you know my name? Who are you?”
“Take out your radio, please.”
“Just do it.”
Bewildered, Brophy pulled his radio from his parka.
“We need you to transmit an emergency communiqué. Decrease your radio frequency to one hundred kilohertz.”
One hundred kilohertz? Brophy felt utterly lost. Nobody can receive anything that low. “Has there been an accident?”
The second man raised his rifle and pointed it at Brophy’s head. “There’s no time to explain. Just do it.”
Trembling, Brophy adjusted his transmission frequency.
The first man now handed him a note card with a few lines typed on it. “Transmit this message. Now.”
Brophy looked at the card. “I don’t understand. This information is incorrect. I didn’t—“
The man pressed his rifle hard against the geologist’s temple.
Brophy’s voice was shaking as he transmitted the bizarre message.
“Good,” the first man said. “Now get yourself and your dogs into the chopper.”
At gunpoint, Brophy maneuvered his reluctant dogs and sled up a skid ramp into the cargo bay. As soon as they were settled, the chopper lifted off, turning wesward.
“Who the hell are you!” Brophy demanded, breaking a sweat inside his parka. And what was the meaning of that message!
The man said nothing.
“At least close the door,” Brophy demanded. “Can’t you see my dogs are frightened!”
The man did not respond.
As the chopper rose to four thousand feet, it banked steeply out over a series of ice chasms and crevasses. Suddenly, the men stood. Without a word, they gripped the heavily laden sled and pushed it out the open door. Brophy watched in horror as his dogs scrambled in vain against the enormous weight. In an instant the animals disappeared, dragged howling out of the chopper.
Brophy was already on his feet screaming the men grabbed him. They hauled him to the door. Numb with fear, Brophy swung his fists, trying to fend off the powerful hands pushing him outward.
It was no use. Moments later he was tumbling toward the chasms below.