20 February 2009

Sam

<p><b>Opinionum commenta delet dies, naturae judicia
Confirmat.</b></p>


<p><i>Time obliterates the fictions of opinion, and confirms the
decisions of nature.</i></p>

<p>It is necessary to the success of flattery, that it be
accommodated to particular circumstances or characters, and
enter the heart on that side where the passions stand ready to
receive it. A lady seldom listens with attention to any praise
but that of her beauty; a merchant always expects to hear of his
influence at the bank, his importance on the exchange, the
height of his credit, and the extent of his traffick: and the
author will scarcely be pleased without lamentations of the
neglect of learning, the conspiracies against genius, and the
slow progress of merit, or some praises of the
<B>magnanimity</B> of those who encounter poverty and contempt
in the cause of knowledge, and trust for the reward of their
labours to the judgment and gratitude of posterity.</p>

<p>An assurance of unfading laurels, and immortal reputation, is
the settled reciprocation of civility between amicable writers.
To raise monuments more durable than brass, and more conspicuous
than pyramids, has been long the common boast of literature;
but, among the innumerable architects that erect columns to
themselves, far the greater part, either for want of durable
materials, or of art to dispose them, see their edifices perish
as they are towering to completion, and those few that for a
while attract the eye of mankind, are generally weak in the
foundation, and soon sink by the saps of time.</p>

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13 February 2009

The Fear of Inner Solitude

How necessary it is to die each day, to die each minute to
everything, to the many yesterdays and to the moment that has
just gone by! Without death there is no renewing, without death
there is no creation. The burden of the past gives birth to its
own continuity, and the worry of yesterday gives new life to the
worry of today. Yesterday perpetuates today, and tomorrow is
still yesterday. There is no release from this continuity except
in death. In dying there is joy. This new morning, fresh and
clear, is free from the light and darkness of yesterday; the
song of that bird is heard for the first time, and the noise of
those children is not that of yesterday. We carry the memory of
yesterday, and it darkens our being. As long as the mind is the
mechanical machine of memory, it knows no rest, no quietude, no
silence; it is ever wearing itself out. That which is still can
be reborn, but anything that is in constant activity wears out
and is useless. The wellspring is in ending, and death is as
near as life.

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The Process of Hate

She was a teacher, or rather had been one. She was affectionate
and kindly, and this had almost become a routine. She said she
had taught for over twenty-five years and had been happy in it;
and although towards the end she had wanted to get away from the
whole thing, she had stuck to it. Recently she had begun to
realize what was deeply buried in her nature. She had suddenly
discovered it during one of the discussions, and it had really
surprised and shocked her. It was there, and it wasn't a mere
self-accusation; and as she looked back through the years she
could now see that it had always been there. She really hated.
It was not hatred of anyone in particular, but a feeling of
general hate, a suppressed antagonism towards everyone and
everything. When she first discovered it, she thought it was
something very superficial which she could easily throw off; but
as the days went by she found that it wasn't just a mild affair,
but a deep-rooted hatred which had been going on all her life.
What shocked her was that she had always thought she was
affectionate and kind.

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12 February 2009

Nasty Stuff

Novichok (Russian: "Newcomer") is a series of nerve agents that
were developed by the Soviet Union in the 1970s and 1980s and
allegedly the most deadly nerve agents ever made, with some
variants supposed to be five to eight times more potent than VX
nerve gas. They belong to "fourth generation chemical weapons"
designed as a part of Soviet "Foliant" program. Initially
designated K-84 and later renamed A-230. The Novichok family of
analogs comprises more than a hundred structural variants. Of
all the variants the most promising, from a military standpoint,
was A-232 (Novichok-5).

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11 February 2009

Dust, dust

Everywhere dust...

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Olive oil & Walnuts

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10 February 2009

Happy Darwin

I suppose one trouble with Darwinism is that, as Jacques
Monod perceptively remarked, everybody thinks he understands it. It
is, indeed, a remarkably simple theory; childishly so, one would have
thought, in comparison with almost all of physics and mathematics. In
essence, it amounts simply to the idea that non-random reproduction,
where there is hereditary variation, has consequences that are
far-reaching if there is time for them to be cumulative.

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