I lie for only you. And I lie well, halleluh.
Human reason.
"I am about to do a very un-ambassadorial thing ... I am about to tell you what I really feel. ... We are gathered here, friends ... to honor [the Hundred Martyrs to Democracy], children dead, all dead, all murdered in war. It is customary on days like this to call such lost children men. I am unable to call them men for this simple reason: that in the same war in which [the Martyrs] died, my own son died. My soul insists that I mourn not a man but a child. I do not say that children at war do not die like men, if they have to die. To their everlasting honor and our everlasting shame, they do die like men, thus making possible the manly jubilation of patriotic holidays. But they are murdered children all same.
And I propose to you that if we are to pay our sincere respects to the hundred lost children of San Lorenzo, that we might spend the day despising what killed them; which is to say, the stupidity and viciousness of all mankind.
Perhaps, when we remember wars, we should take off our clothes and paint ourselves blue and go on all fours all day long and grunt like pigs. That would surely be more appropriate than noble oratory and shows of flags and well-oiled guns. ... [I]f today is really in honor of a hundred children murdered in war ... is today a day for a thrilling show? The answer is yes, on one condition: that we, the celebrants, are working consciously and tirelessly to reduce the stupidity and viciousness of all mankind."
Kurt Vonnegut, Cat's Cradle
something real.
I love movies. Come to my apartment for a comprehensive list.
The Office, CSI: Las Vegas, That 70's Show
I love to read. Problem is, I'm very particular. The writers I most admire are William Faulkner, Kurt Vonnegut, Alexandre Dumas, Graham Greene, Roald Dahl, Dante, Oscar Wilde, JRR Tolkein, John Knowles, and Joseph Conrad.
And anyone who can write something that I believe.However, if you are looking for a suggestion of one novel to read before you die, I suggest "The Count of Monte Cristo," by Alexandre Dumas. It is amazing. Hollywood slaughtered it recently, so don't try to cheat and watch the movie. Read it. Seriously.
Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword.
- oscar wilde
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