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I could hurl every time I see the new football fans. The family men, with the choreographed movements, sewing machine licenses and polytechnical humbug. Everything is so ordered in the tribunes, even the fights are clean. In the old days, people would appreciate the beauty of a shattered eyebrow, a broken nose, or a smashed jaw. The new fans bleed wrong. And too fast.

"All the inhospitable live in the West."

I once read an article about rich Russians, who pay to experience poverty. For a day, a week or even longer, they live in a slum. Everything is prearranged. The people they meet, are not poor, but actors. There're also some bodyguards ensuring their safety[...]
In the end, they go home to their palaces, show off their pictures to their friends, and say they now knew what it meant to be poor.

Camouflage 101: junior assistant shelf decorator reporting for duty

Camouflage 101: jr. assistance shelf decorator reporting for duty.

Some surprisingly plastic descriptions to be had here.

Some surprisingly plastic descriptions to be had here.

"And then I stood up, let the letter and the brown envelope fall, and screamed. Just like that, without words, very loudly."

This situation is difficult, it's unbelievably difficult, impossibly difficult... indescribably so. But it will pass, and when it does, I wish we would still be able to sit and talk here. Or be silent. I'll be fine with a lifelong silence together.

If you ask me, I'd say I can't stand lyrical works, nor even the whiff of purple prose. Ms. Charles however, is making me seriously rethink that affirmation...

All I can say is...

"Why don't I break his fucking neck and have done?"
"We must act in a civilized fashion in this country, you know."
"If you say so, my lord."
"I'm going to call in some obligations and do a bit more work on [blackmailer]'s affairs. Buy of some debts. Revive some old grudges. See how fast I can get him to the verge of ruin."

'If you[re going to be insolent, at least pour me coffee.'
'It's brewing. Like trouble.'



Cringe-worthy, but still funny as hell.

Oooooh dear! I think I'm hooked now.

Not nearly as funny as I was expecting, but I love the whole gothic ghost story feel of things.
"There's something very old and dd and quite unpleasant about this house."
"Yes, it's [the butler]."

I feel so weird. On the one hand, I have a very well written story, which keeps me engrossed as long as I'm reading. One the other, I don't believe I'm completely over my reading slump... so I'm rather reticent when it comes to picking it up the next day.

Urn and Fergmen walked nonchalantly through the tunnels of the Citadel, using the kind of nonchalant walk which, had there been anyone to take an interest in it, would have drawn detailed and arrow-sharp attention to them within seconds.

'There's bones everywhere!'
'Well? What did you expect? This is a desert! People die here! It's a very popular occupation in this vicinity!'

'What do philosophers look like?' said Brutha. 'When they're not having a bath, I mean.'
'They do a lot of thinking,' said Om. 'Look for someone with a strained expression.'
'That might just mean constipation.'
'Well, so long as they're philosophical about it...'

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On monotheism:
'You talk about [other gods] as if they were real,' said Brutha.
'They are'.
'There is no other god but you. You told [prophet] that.'
'Well. You know. I exaggerated a bit. But they're not that good. There's one of 'em that sits around playing a flute most of the time and chasing milk maids. I don't call that very divine.'

That awesome moment when you encounter one of your GR friends in a novel. Well played Mr. Mecklenfeld. Well played!

Ok, so the whole be nice to your enemies, because you're a better person is rather annoying. But I rather like the world-building aspect. :)

Whoops, please disregard the previous status (updated the wrong book).
I very much like this one.

I really, really bored...

I'm sorry. I tried to tough it out till the 50% mark, but at this point I really and truly have to force myself to pick it up.

I'm so bored...

When your boss is in work-mode:
[Colleague's] blond hair had been braided in two pigtails, and not even her eyes were made up: a clear sign that she had been in a hurry this morning.