Skip dominates most conversations in a negotiation and nobody questions the veracity of what he's saying — it's the world according to Skip, |
So long as the system of competition in the production and exchange of the means of life goes on, the degradation of the arts will go on; and if that system is to last for ever, then art is doomed, and will surely die; that is to say, civilization will die. |
Speak but one word to me over the corn, / Over the tender, bowed locks of the corn. |
Swerve to the left, son Roger, he said, / When you catch his eyes through the helmet-slit, / Swerve to the left, then out at his head, / And the Lord God give you the joy of it! |
the attitude of the judiciary to (young hackers) must change; it must be 'that guy can cause havoc to international commerce and wreck a perfectly legitimate business'. |
the false reports are, of course, calculated to do the agency severe harm. |
The idle singer of an empty day. |
The largest thing that these young black men and women stood for was to tell young black people that there is no obstacle that you can't overcome. That you can achieve your dreams. That hard work and perseverance and education will pay off, but you'll have to sacrifice to attain that. |
There was a knight came riding by / In early spring, when the roads were dry; / And he heard that lady sing at the noon, / Two red roses across the moon. |
There were four of us about that bed; / The mass-priest knelt at the side, / I and his mother stood at the head, / Over his feet lay the bride. |
This land is a little land; too much shut up within the narrow seas, as it seems, to have much space for swelling into hugeness. . . . |
We are potentially vulnerable in just about anything we do anywhere. |
We thank the council for being willing to allocate funds necessary to build a first-rate skate park. |
What is this the sound and rumor? What is this that all men hear, Like the wind in hollow valleys when the storm is drawing near, Like the rolling of the ocean in the eventide of fear? 'Tis the people marching on |
What is this the sound and rumor? What is this that all men hear, Like the wind in hollow valleys when the storm is drawing near, Like the rolling of the ocean in the eventide of fear? 'Tis the people marching on |