Philosophy
“Son, never trust a man who doesn’t drink because he’s probably a self-righteous sort, a man who thinks he knows right from wrong all the time. Some of them are good men, but in the name of goodness, they cause most of the suffering in the world. They’re the judges, the meddlers. And, son, never trust a man who drinks but refuses to get drunk. They’re usually afraid of something deep down inside, either that they’re a coward or a fool or mean and violent. You can’t trust a man who’s afraid of himself. But sometimes, son, you can trust a man who occasionally kneels before a toilet. The chances are that he is learning something about humility and his natural human foolishness, about how to survive himself. It’s damned hard for a man to take himself too seriously when he’s heaving his guts into a dirty toilet bowl.” James Crumley
And the equivalent of that here?
“It is quite a revelation to discover that the place you wanted to escape to is the exact same place you escaped from. That the prison wasn't the place, but the perspective.” Matt Haig
And the equivalent of that here?
“Knowledge subverts love: in proportion as we penetrate our secrets, we come to loathe our kind, precisely because they resemble us.” Emil Cioran
In other words, dasein all the way down.
“If all mankind minus one, were of one opinion, and only one person were of the contrary opinion, mankind would be no more justified in silencing that one person, than he, if he had the power, would be justified in silencing mankind.” John Stuart Mill
Your cloud or mine?
“The bounties of space, of infinite outwardness, were three: empty heroics, low comedy, and pointless death.” Kurt Vonnegut
Next up: an empty, low comedic and pointless birth.
“I am one thing, my writings are another.” Friedrich Nietzsche
Want me to explain that?
Quote of the day
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Re: Quote of the day
Annie Hall
Alvy Singer: [addressing the camera] There’s an old joke - um… two elderly women are at a Catskill mountain resort, and one of 'em says, “Boy, the food at this place is really terrible.” The other one says, “Yeah, I know; and such small portions.” Well, that’s essentially how I feel about life - full of loneliness, and misery, and suffering, and unhappiness, and it’s all over much too quickly. The… the other important joke, for me, is one that’s usually attributed to Groucho Marx; but, I think it appears originally in Freud’s “Wit and Its Relation to the Unconscious,” and it goes like this - I’m paraphrasing - um, “I would never want to belong to any club that would have someone like me for a member.”
On the other hand, this is a public forum. And most here specialize in small portions.
Doctor: Why are you depressed, Alvy?
Alvy’s Mom: Tell Dr. Flicker.
[Young Alvy sits, his head down - his mother answers for him]
Alvy’s Mom: It’s something he read.
Doctor: Something he read, huh?
Alvy at 9: The universe is expanding.
Doctor: The universe is expanding?
Alvy at 9: Well, the universe is everything, and if it’s expanding, someday it will break apart and that would be the end of everything!
Alvy’s Mom: What is that your business?
[she turns back to the doctor]
Alvy’s Mom: He stopped doing his homework!
Alvy at 9: What’s the point?
Alvy’s Mom: What has the universe got to do with it? You’re here in Brooklyn! Brooklyn is not expanding!
Doctor: It won’t be expanding for billions of years yet, Alvy. And we’ve gotta try to enjoy ourselves while we’re here!
Uh, pick one?
Alvy: [the man behind him in line is talking loudly] What I wouldn’t give for a large sock with horse manure in it!
Alvy: [to audience] Whaddya do when you get stuck in a movie line with a guy like this behind you?
Man in Line: Wait a minute, why can’t I give my opinion? It’s a free country!
Alvy: You can give it but do you have to give it so loud? I mean, aren’t you ashamed to pontificate like that? And the funny part of it is, Marshall McLuhan, you don’t know anything about Marshall McLuhan!
Man in Line: Oh, really? Well, it just so happens I teach a class at Columbia called “TV, Media and Culture.” So I think my insights into Mr. McLuhan, well, have a great deal of validity!
Alvy: Oh, do ya? Well, that’s funny, because I happen to have Mr. McLuhan right here, so, so, yeah, just let me…
[pulls McLuhan out from behind a nearby poster]
Alvy: come over here for a second… tell him!
Marshall McLuhan: I heard what you were saying! You know nothing of my work! You mean my whole fallacy is wrong. How you got to teach a course in anything is totally amazing!
Alvy: Boy, if life were only like this!
To say the least.
Allison: I’m in the midst of doing my thesis.
Alvy: On what?
Allison: Political commitment in twentieth century literature.
Alvy: You, you, you’re like New York, Jewish, left-wing, liberal, intellectual, Central Park West, Brandeis University, the socialist summer camps and the, the father with the Ben Shahn drawings, right, and the really, y’know, strike-oriented kind of, red diaper, stop me before I make a complete imbecile of myself.
Allison: No, that was wonderful. I love being reduced to a cultural stereotype.
At least he didn't "root it all existentially in dasein".
Annie: You’re what Grammy Hall would call a real Jew.
Imagine Grammy Hall today then!
Alvy: I’m obsessed with death. I’ve a very pessimistic view of life. You should know this about me if we’re gonna go out, you know. I feel that life is divided into the horrible and the miserable. That’s the two categories. The horrible are like, I don’t know, terminal cases, you know, and blind people, crippled. I don’t know how they get through life. It’s amazing to me. And the miserable is everyone else. So you should be thankful that you’re miserable, because that’s very lucky, to be miserable.
Like posting here instead of, well, you know where.
Alvy Singer: [addressing the camera] There’s an old joke - um… two elderly women are at a Catskill mountain resort, and one of 'em says, “Boy, the food at this place is really terrible.” The other one says, “Yeah, I know; and such small portions.” Well, that’s essentially how I feel about life - full of loneliness, and misery, and suffering, and unhappiness, and it’s all over much too quickly. The… the other important joke, for me, is one that’s usually attributed to Groucho Marx; but, I think it appears originally in Freud’s “Wit and Its Relation to the Unconscious,” and it goes like this - I’m paraphrasing - um, “I would never want to belong to any club that would have someone like me for a member.”
On the other hand, this is a public forum. And most here specialize in small portions.
Doctor: Why are you depressed, Alvy?
Alvy’s Mom: Tell Dr. Flicker.
[Young Alvy sits, his head down - his mother answers for him]
Alvy’s Mom: It’s something he read.
Doctor: Something he read, huh?
Alvy at 9: The universe is expanding.
Doctor: The universe is expanding?
Alvy at 9: Well, the universe is everything, and if it’s expanding, someday it will break apart and that would be the end of everything!
Alvy’s Mom: What is that your business?
[she turns back to the doctor]
Alvy’s Mom: He stopped doing his homework!
Alvy at 9: What’s the point?
Alvy’s Mom: What has the universe got to do with it? You’re here in Brooklyn! Brooklyn is not expanding!
Doctor: It won’t be expanding for billions of years yet, Alvy. And we’ve gotta try to enjoy ourselves while we’re here!
Uh, pick one?
Alvy: [the man behind him in line is talking loudly] What I wouldn’t give for a large sock with horse manure in it!
Alvy: [to audience] Whaddya do when you get stuck in a movie line with a guy like this behind you?
Man in Line: Wait a minute, why can’t I give my opinion? It’s a free country!
Alvy: You can give it but do you have to give it so loud? I mean, aren’t you ashamed to pontificate like that? And the funny part of it is, Marshall McLuhan, you don’t know anything about Marshall McLuhan!
Man in Line: Oh, really? Well, it just so happens I teach a class at Columbia called “TV, Media and Culture.” So I think my insights into Mr. McLuhan, well, have a great deal of validity!
Alvy: Oh, do ya? Well, that’s funny, because I happen to have Mr. McLuhan right here, so, so, yeah, just let me…
[pulls McLuhan out from behind a nearby poster]
Alvy: come over here for a second… tell him!
Marshall McLuhan: I heard what you were saying! You know nothing of my work! You mean my whole fallacy is wrong. How you got to teach a course in anything is totally amazing!
Alvy: Boy, if life were only like this!
To say the least.
Allison: I’m in the midst of doing my thesis.
Alvy: On what?
Allison: Political commitment in twentieth century literature.
Alvy: You, you, you’re like New York, Jewish, left-wing, liberal, intellectual, Central Park West, Brandeis University, the socialist summer camps and the, the father with the Ben Shahn drawings, right, and the really, y’know, strike-oriented kind of, red diaper, stop me before I make a complete imbecile of myself.
Allison: No, that was wonderful. I love being reduced to a cultural stereotype.
At least he didn't "root it all existentially in dasein".
Annie: You’re what Grammy Hall would call a real Jew.
Imagine Grammy Hall today then!
Alvy: I’m obsessed with death. I’ve a very pessimistic view of life. You should know this about me if we’re gonna go out, you know. I feel that life is divided into the horrible and the miserable. That’s the two categories. The horrible are like, I don’t know, terminal cases, you know, and blind people, crippled. I don’t know how they get through life. It’s amazing to me. And the miserable is everyone else. So you should be thankful that you’re miserable, because that’s very lucky, to be miserable.
Like posting here instead of, well, you know where.
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Re: Quote of the day
Annie Hall
Duane: Can I confess something? I tell you this as an artist, I think you’ll understand. Sometimes when I’m driving… on the road at night… I see two headlights coming toward me. Fast. I have this sudden impulse to turn the wheel quickly, head-on into the oncoming car. I can anticipate the explosion. The sound of shattering glass. The… flames rising out of the flowing gasoline.
Alvy: Right. Well, I have to - I have to go now, Duane, because I, I’m due back on the planet Earth.
Christopher Walken as Duane: https://youtu.be/Qp3NWzLzaek?si=eBC2xH9YBzbZ_XLa
Alvy: Well, I didn’t start out spying. I thought I’d surprise you. Pick you up after school.
Annie: Yeah, but you wanted to keep the relationship flexible. Remember, it’s your phrase.
Alvy: Oh stop it, you’re having an affair with your college professor, that jerk that teaches that incredible crap course, Contemporary Crisis in Western Man…
Annie: Existential Motifs in Russian Literature. You’re really close.
Alvy: What’s the difference? It’s all mental masturbation.
See, I told you.
Alvy [approaching young yuppie couple on the street]: You-you look like a really happy couple. Uh, uh … are you?
Young woman: Yeah.
Alvy: So…so h-h-how do you account for it?
Young woman: Uh, I’m very shallow and empty and I have no ideas and nothing interesting to say.
Young man: And I’m exactly the same way.
Verbatum.
Alvy’s Therapist: How often do you sleep together?
Alvy: [lamenting] Hardly ever. Maybe three times a week.
Annie’s Therapist: Do you have sex often?
Annie: [annoyed] Constantly. I’d say three times a week.
Verbatum.
Hippie reporter: The only word for this is trans-plendid. It’s trans-plendid…He’s God! I mean, this man is God! He’s got millions of followers who would crawl all the way across the world just to touch the hem of his garment…I’m a Rosicrucian myself.
Alvy: I can’t get with any religion that advertises in Popular Mechanics. Look (The Maharisbi, a small, chunky man, walks out of the men’s room, huge bodyguards flanking him) there’s God coming outta the men’s room.
Number 1 or number 2?
Alvy’s father [in flashback] You fired the cleaning woman?
Alvy’s mother: She was stealing.
Father: But she’s colored.
Mother: So?
Father: So the colored have enough trouble.
Mother: She was going through my pocketbook!
Father: They’re persecuted enough!
Mother: Who’s persecuting? She stole!
Father: All right-so we can afford it.
Mother: How can we afford it? On your pay? What if she steals more?
Father: She’s a colored woman, from Harlem! She has no money! She’s got a right to steal from us! After all, who is she gonna steal from if not us?
Sometimes you really do have to wonder: What is it with Allen and black folks? A mammy and a hooker? That’s all he can fit in over 40 years?
Duane: Can I confess something? I tell you this as an artist, I think you’ll understand. Sometimes when I’m driving… on the road at night… I see two headlights coming toward me. Fast. I have this sudden impulse to turn the wheel quickly, head-on into the oncoming car. I can anticipate the explosion. The sound of shattering glass. The… flames rising out of the flowing gasoline.
Alvy: Right. Well, I have to - I have to go now, Duane, because I, I’m due back on the planet Earth.
Christopher Walken as Duane: https://youtu.be/Qp3NWzLzaek?si=eBC2xH9YBzbZ_XLa
Alvy: Well, I didn’t start out spying. I thought I’d surprise you. Pick you up after school.
Annie: Yeah, but you wanted to keep the relationship flexible. Remember, it’s your phrase.
Alvy: Oh stop it, you’re having an affair with your college professor, that jerk that teaches that incredible crap course, Contemporary Crisis in Western Man…
Annie: Existential Motifs in Russian Literature. You’re really close.
Alvy: What’s the difference? It’s all mental masturbation.
See, I told you.
Alvy [approaching young yuppie couple on the street]: You-you look like a really happy couple. Uh, uh … are you?
Young woman: Yeah.
Alvy: So…so h-h-how do you account for it?
Young woman: Uh, I’m very shallow and empty and I have no ideas and nothing interesting to say.
Young man: And I’m exactly the same way.
Verbatum.
Alvy’s Therapist: How often do you sleep together?
Alvy: [lamenting] Hardly ever. Maybe three times a week.
Annie’s Therapist: Do you have sex often?
Annie: [annoyed] Constantly. I’d say three times a week.
Verbatum.
Hippie reporter: The only word for this is trans-plendid. It’s trans-plendid…He’s God! I mean, this man is God! He’s got millions of followers who would crawl all the way across the world just to touch the hem of his garment…I’m a Rosicrucian myself.
Alvy: I can’t get with any religion that advertises in Popular Mechanics. Look (The Maharisbi, a small, chunky man, walks out of the men’s room, huge bodyguards flanking him) there’s God coming outta the men’s room.
Number 1 or number 2?
Alvy’s father [in flashback] You fired the cleaning woman?
Alvy’s mother: She was stealing.
Father: But she’s colored.
Mother: So?
Father: So the colored have enough trouble.
Mother: She was going through my pocketbook!
Father: They’re persecuted enough!
Mother: Who’s persecuting? She stole!
Father: All right-so we can afford it.
Mother: How can we afford it? On your pay? What if she steals more?
Father: She’s a colored woman, from Harlem! She has no money! She’s got a right to steal from us! After all, who is she gonna steal from if not us?
Sometimes you really do have to wonder: What is it with Allen and black folks? A mammy and a hooker? That’s all he can fit in over 40 years?
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Re: Quote of the day
Annie Hall
Annie: It’s so clean out here in California.
Alvy: That’s because they don’t throw their garbage away, they turn it into television shows.
Or movies.
Man at Tony Lacey party: Right now it’s only a notion, but I think I can get money to make it into a concept…and later turn it into an idea.
He'd sure fit in here!
Alvy: [narrating] After that it got pretty late, and we both had to go, but it was great seeing Annie again. I…I realized what a terrific person she was, and how much fun it was just knowing her; and I…I, I thought of that old joke, y’know, this guy goes to a psychiatrist and says, “Doc, uh, my brother’s crazy; he thinks he’s a chicken.” And, uh, the doctor says, “Well, why don’t you turn him in?” The guy says, “I would, but I need the eggs.” Well, I guess that’s pretty much now how I feel about relationships; y’know, they’re totally irrational, and crazy, and absurd, and…but, uh, I guess we keep goin’ through it because, uh, most of us need the eggs.
You know, if, these days, you can afford them.
Alvy: I don't want to move to a city where the only cultural advantage is being able to make a right turn on a red light.
Isn't that everywhere now?
Alvy Singer: Don't you see the rest of the country looks upon New York like we're left-wing, communist, Jewish, homosexual pornographers? I think of us that way sometimes and I live here.
So, is it true?
[Alvy Singer does a stand-up comic act for a college audience]
Alvy: I was thrown out of N.Y.U. my freshman year for cheating on my metaphysics final, you know. I looked within the soul of the boy sitting next to me. When I was thrown out, my mother, who was an emotionally high-strung woman, locked herself in the bathroom and took an overdose of Mah-Jongg tiles. I was depressed at that time. I was in analysis. I was suicidal as a matter of fact and would have killed myself, but I was in analysis with a strict Freudian, and, if you kill yourself, they make you pay for the sessions you miss.
So, is it true?
Alvy: I'm so tired of spending evenings making fake insights with people who work for "Dysentery."
Robin: "Commentary."
Alvy: Oh really? I had heard that "Commentary" and "Dissent" had merged and formed "Dysentery."
You know, back then.
Alvy Singer: Two minutes ago the Knicks are ahead 14 points and now they're ahead 2 points.
Robin: Alvy, what is so fascinating about a group of pituitary cases trying to stuff the ball through a hoop?
Alvy Singer: What's fascinating is that it's physical. You know, it's one thing about intellectuals, they prove that you can be absolutely brilliant and have no idea what's going on.
Let's get physical here!
Annie: It’s so clean out here in California.
Alvy: That’s because they don’t throw their garbage away, they turn it into television shows.
Or movies.
Man at Tony Lacey party: Right now it’s only a notion, but I think I can get money to make it into a concept…and later turn it into an idea.
He'd sure fit in here!
Alvy: [narrating] After that it got pretty late, and we both had to go, but it was great seeing Annie again. I…I realized what a terrific person she was, and how much fun it was just knowing her; and I…I, I thought of that old joke, y’know, this guy goes to a psychiatrist and says, “Doc, uh, my brother’s crazy; he thinks he’s a chicken.” And, uh, the doctor says, “Well, why don’t you turn him in?” The guy says, “I would, but I need the eggs.” Well, I guess that’s pretty much now how I feel about relationships; y’know, they’re totally irrational, and crazy, and absurd, and…but, uh, I guess we keep goin’ through it because, uh, most of us need the eggs.
You know, if, these days, you can afford them.
Alvy: I don't want to move to a city where the only cultural advantage is being able to make a right turn on a red light.
Isn't that everywhere now?
Alvy Singer: Don't you see the rest of the country looks upon New York like we're left-wing, communist, Jewish, homosexual pornographers? I think of us that way sometimes and I live here.
So, is it true?
[Alvy Singer does a stand-up comic act for a college audience]
Alvy: I was thrown out of N.Y.U. my freshman year for cheating on my metaphysics final, you know. I looked within the soul of the boy sitting next to me. When I was thrown out, my mother, who was an emotionally high-strung woman, locked herself in the bathroom and took an overdose of Mah-Jongg tiles. I was depressed at that time. I was in analysis. I was suicidal as a matter of fact and would have killed myself, but I was in analysis with a strict Freudian, and, if you kill yourself, they make you pay for the sessions you miss.
So, is it true?
Alvy: I'm so tired of spending evenings making fake insights with people who work for "Dysentery."
Robin: "Commentary."
Alvy: Oh really? I had heard that "Commentary" and "Dissent" had merged and formed "Dysentery."
You know, back then.
Alvy Singer: Two minutes ago the Knicks are ahead 14 points and now they're ahead 2 points.
Robin: Alvy, what is so fascinating about a group of pituitary cases trying to stuff the ball through a hoop?
Alvy Singer: What's fascinating is that it's physical. You know, it's one thing about intellectuals, they prove that you can be absolutely brilliant and have no idea what's going on.
Let's get physical here!
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Re: Quote of the day
Free Will
“People demand freedom of speech as a compensation for the freedom of thought which they seldom use.” Søren Kierkegaard
Unless of course they're compelled to.
“Experts in ancient Greek culture say that people back then didn't see their thoughts as belonging to them. When ancient Greeks had a thought, it occurred to them as a god or goddess giving an order. Apollo was telling them to be brave. Athena was telling them to fall in love.
Now people hear a commercial for sour cream potato chips and rush out to buy, but now they call this free will.
At least the ancient Greeks were being honest.” Chuck Palahniuk
New thread?
“Every instinct that is found in any man is in all men. The strength of the emotion may not be so overpowering, the barriers against possession not so insurmountable, the urge to accomplish the desire less keen. With some, inhibitions and urges may be neutralized by other tendencies. But with every being the primal emotions are there. All men have an emotion to kill; when they strongly dislike some one they involuntarily wish he was dead. I have never killed any one, but I have read some obituary notices with great satisfaction.” Clarence Darrow
As though he could ever have been unsatisfied.
“According to most philosophers, God in making the world enslaved it. According to Christianity, in making it, He set it free. God had written, not so much a poem, but rather a play; a play he had planned as perfect, but which had necessarily been left to human actors and stage-managers, who had since made a great mess of it.” G.K. Chesterton
Fit omniscience in there anywhere you're compelled to.
“My message to you is this: pretend that you have free will. It's essential that you behave as if your decisions matter, even though you know they don't. The reality isn't important: what's important is your belief, and believing the lie is the only way to avoid a waking coma. Civilization now depends on self-deception. Perhaps it always has.” Ted Chiang
How ridiculous is that? Well, if you are compelled to know what I am compelled to mean by that.
“You are not controlling the storm, and you are not lost in it. You are the storm.” Sam Harris
He's still going to Hell though.
“People demand freedom of speech as a compensation for the freedom of thought which they seldom use.” Søren Kierkegaard
Unless of course they're compelled to.
“Experts in ancient Greek culture say that people back then didn't see their thoughts as belonging to them. When ancient Greeks had a thought, it occurred to them as a god or goddess giving an order. Apollo was telling them to be brave. Athena was telling them to fall in love.
Now people hear a commercial for sour cream potato chips and rush out to buy, but now they call this free will.
At least the ancient Greeks were being honest.” Chuck Palahniuk
New thread?
“Every instinct that is found in any man is in all men. The strength of the emotion may not be so overpowering, the barriers against possession not so insurmountable, the urge to accomplish the desire less keen. With some, inhibitions and urges may be neutralized by other tendencies. But with every being the primal emotions are there. All men have an emotion to kill; when they strongly dislike some one they involuntarily wish he was dead. I have never killed any one, but I have read some obituary notices with great satisfaction.” Clarence Darrow
As though he could ever have been unsatisfied.
“According to most philosophers, God in making the world enslaved it. According to Christianity, in making it, He set it free. God had written, not so much a poem, but rather a play; a play he had planned as perfect, but which had necessarily been left to human actors and stage-managers, who had since made a great mess of it.” G.K. Chesterton
Fit omniscience in there anywhere you're compelled to.
“My message to you is this: pretend that you have free will. It's essential that you behave as if your decisions matter, even though you know they don't. The reality isn't important: what's important is your belief, and believing the lie is the only way to avoid a waking coma. Civilization now depends on self-deception. Perhaps it always has.” Ted Chiang
How ridiculous is that? Well, if you are compelled to know what I am compelled to mean by that.
“You are not controlling the storm, and you are not lost in it. You are the storm.” Sam Harris
He's still going to Hell though.
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Re: Quote of the day
Igby Goes Down
Igby [to the priest]: If Heaven is such a wonderful place then how was getting crucified such a big fucking sacrifice?
Start here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=P ... SjDNeMaRoX
Mimi: You flunked everything. Not even a “D” in art this time.
Well, he is going down, right?
Sargent: What exactly do you think you’re doing here soldier?
Igby: The Ritz-Carlton was full.
My kind of smart-ass.
Mimi: [to Oliver, about Igby] His conception was an act of animosity, why shouldn’t his life be one as well?
Mine too, he figured.
Sookie: What kind of name is ‘Igby’?
Igby: The kind of name that someone named ‘Sookie’ is in no position to question.
Next up: Sookie Stackhouse. Then these guys: https://youtu.be/IKsdwIr0nWc?si=l5HqOOc5zMFBl2Gu
Igby: Oliver is majoring in neo-fascism at Colombia.
Oliver: Economics.
Igby: Semantics.
Tell that to Sookie.
Igby [to the priest]: If Heaven is such a wonderful place then how was getting crucified such a big fucking sacrifice?
Start here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=P ... SjDNeMaRoX
Mimi: You flunked everything. Not even a “D” in art this time.
Well, he is going down, right?
Sargent: What exactly do you think you’re doing here soldier?
Igby: The Ritz-Carlton was full.
My kind of smart-ass.
Mimi: [to Oliver, about Igby] His conception was an act of animosity, why shouldn’t his life be one as well?
Mine too, he figured.
Sookie: What kind of name is ‘Igby’?
Igby: The kind of name that someone named ‘Sookie’ is in no position to question.
Next up: Sookie Stackhouse. Then these guys: https://youtu.be/IKsdwIr0nWc?si=l5HqOOc5zMFBl2Gu
Igby: Oliver is majoring in neo-fascism at Colombia.
Oliver: Economics.
Igby: Semantics.
Tell that to Sookie.
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Re: Quote of the day
Logic
“If someone doesn't value evidence, what evidence are you going to provide to prove that they should value it? If someone doesn’t value logic, what logical argument could you provide to show the importance of logic?” Sam Harris
God knows?
“Mathematics expresses values that reflect the cosmos, including orderliness, balance, harmony, logic, and abstract beauty.” Deepak Chopra
It's a new age after all.
“It is useless to attempt to reason a man out of a thing he was never reasoned into.” Jonathan Swift
Of course, that man is thinking the same thing about you.
“I am convinced that the act of thinking logically cannot possibly be natural to the human mind. If it were, then mathematics would be everybody's easiest course at school and our species would not have taken several millennia to figure out the scientific method.” Neil deGrasse Tyson
Yeah, what about that?
“How do you feel right now?"
"I hurt like hell."
"You'll feel worse tomorrow."
"So?"
"So, better get a jump on this while you still feel...not as bad."
"What kind of logic is that?" I retorted.” Richelle Mead
Psychosomatic logic?
“Everything has to come to an end, sometime.” L. Frank Baum
He figured that out.
“If someone doesn't value evidence, what evidence are you going to provide to prove that they should value it? If someone doesn’t value logic, what logical argument could you provide to show the importance of logic?” Sam Harris
God knows?
“Mathematics expresses values that reflect the cosmos, including orderliness, balance, harmony, logic, and abstract beauty.” Deepak Chopra
It's a new age after all.
“It is useless to attempt to reason a man out of a thing he was never reasoned into.” Jonathan Swift
Of course, that man is thinking the same thing about you.
“I am convinced that the act of thinking logically cannot possibly be natural to the human mind. If it were, then mathematics would be everybody's easiest course at school and our species would not have taken several millennia to figure out the scientific method.” Neil deGrasse Tyson
Yeah, what about that?
“How do you feel right now?"
"I hurt like hell."
"You'll feel worse tomorrow."
"So?"
"So, better get a jump on this while you still feel...not as bad."
"What kind of logic is that?" I retorted.” Richelle Mead
Psychosomatic logic?
“Everything has to come to an end, sometime.” L. Frank Baum
He figured that out.
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Re: Quote of the day
Igby Goes Down
Igby: I love the fact that the captain of the morality team invites his chick to the same party as his wife, who let’s face it, isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed anymore. And what’s more, none of their supposed mutual friends protects her. None of them bats a fucking eyelash at his hypocrisy. I love that, I really do. Embrace your moral hypocrisy, D.H., go for it.
Apparently, Igby has yet to go down far enough.
Igby: So, you’re an artist? What kind of art?
Russell: What do you mean, “what kind of art”?
Igby: I mean do you paint, or what?
Russell: I got what you meant, but you obviously didn’t get what I meant. An artist creates art, regardless of what form the canvas takes.
Igby: So, what do you do? Paint?
Russell: I’m a performance artist.
Igby: So, you don’t paint.
Did he?
Igby: How many Vassar professors and intellectual theologians beget nymphomaniacal, pseudo-Bohemian JAPs?
Sookie: I am not a JAP.
Was she?
Sookie: [to and about Ollie] You’re the fascist brother.
Igby: He prefers young Republican.
Think Alex P. Keaton. Or, sure, Mallory.
Igby [to Sookie]: I’m going to DC this weekend and kill my mother.
It's complcated.
Igby: It’s ironic that the first time in my life that I feel remotely affectionate for her, is when she’s dead.
Oliver: You beat up her corpse.
Igby: I know, but after that.
It's complcated.
Igby [on the phone] Hello, Mrs. Hathaway? This is Jason Slocumb, Jr. I’m afraid she can’t…because she’s dead.
Oliver: He’s always enjoyed being the bearer of bad tidings.
Or, as the case may be, good tidings.
Igby: I love the fact that the captain of the morality team invites his chick to the same party as his wife, who let’s face it, isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed anymore. And what’s more, none of their supposed mutual friends protects her. None of them bats a fucking eyelash at his hypocrisy. I love that, I really do. Embrace your moral hypocrisy, D.H., go for it.
Apparently, Igby has yet to go down far enough.
Igby: So, you’re an artist? What kind of art?
Russell: What do you mean, “what kind of art”?
Igby: I mean do you paint, or what?
Russell: I got what you meant, but you obviously didn’t get what I meant. An artist creates art, regardless of what form the canvas takes.
Igby: So, what do you do? Paint?
Russell: I’m a performance artist.
Igby: So, you don’t paint.
Did he?
Igby: How many Vassar professors and intellectual theologians beget nymphomaniacal, pseudo-Bohemian JAPs?
Sookie: I am not a JAP.
Was she?
Sookie: [to and about Ollie] You’re the fascist brother.
Igby: He prefers young Republican.
Think Alex P. Keaton. Or, sure, Mallory.
Igby [to Sookie]: I’m going to DC this weekend and kill my mother.
It's complcated.
Igby: It’s ironic that the first time in my life that I feel remotely affectionate for her, is when she’s dead.
Oliver: You beat up her corpse.
Igby: I know, but after that.
It's complcated.
Igby [on the phone] Hello, Mrs. Hathaway? This is Jason Slocumb, Jr. I’m afraid she can’t…because she’s dead.
Oliver: He’s always enjoyed being the bearer of bad tidings.
Or, as the case may be, good tidings.
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Re: Quote of the day
Dangerous Liasons
Madame de Volanges: Monsieur le Vicomte de Valmont, my child whom you very probably don’t remember…except that he is conspicuously charming…never opens his mouth without first calculating what damage he can do.
Cecile: Then why do you receive him, maman?
Madame de Volanges: Everyone receives him.
I'd receive him.
Vicomte: To seduce a woman famous for strict morals…religious fervour and the happiness of her marriage…What could possibly be more prestigious?
Marquise de Merteuil: I think there’s something degrading about having a husband for a rival. It’s humiliating if you fail, and commonplace if you succeed.
Vicomte: You see, I have no intention of breaking down her prejudices. I want her to believe in God and virtue and the sanctity of marriage, and still not be able to stop herself. I want the excitement of watching her betray everything that’s is most important to her. Surely you understand that. I thought betrayal was your favorite word.
Marquise de Merteuil: No, no…“cruelty.” I always think that has a nobler ring to it.
You tell me.
Vicomte: How is Belleroche?
Marquise de Merteuil: I’m very pleased with him.
Vicomte: And is he your only lover?
Marquise de Merteuil:Yes.
Vicomte: I think you should take another. I think it most unhealthy, this exclusivity.
Marquise de Merteuil: You’re not jealous, are you?
Vicomte: Of course I am. Belleroche is completely undeserving.
Marquise de Merteuil: I thought he was one of your closest friends.
Vicomte: Exactly, so I know what I’m talking about. No, I think you should organise an infidelity. With me, for example.
Marquise de Merteuil: You refuse me a simple favour…then you expect to be indulged?
Vicomte: It’s only because it is so simple. lt wouldn’t feel like a conquest. I have to follow my destiny. I have to be true…to my profession.
And, sure, he might actually have meant it...at the time.
Belleroche: Where have you been? Time has no logic when I’m not with you. An hour is like a century.
Marquise de Merteuil: I’ve told you before, we shall get on a great deal better if you make a concerted effort not to sound like the latest novel.
Next up: those we have to put up with here.
Marquise de Merteuil: Tell us what we should think of the opera.
Chevalier: Oh, it’s sublime, don’t you find?
Marquise de Merteuil: Monsieur Danceny is one of those rare eccentrics who come here to listen to the music.
And, of course, the equivalent of that here.
Marquise de Merteuil: It’s not my place to tell you this, my dear…if I hadn’t become so fond of you…
Cecile: Go on, please.
Marquise de Merteuil: Your marriage has been arranged.
Cecile: Who is it?
Marquise de Merteuil: Oh, someone I know slightly. Monsieur le Comte de Bastide.
Cecile: What’s he like?
Marquise de Merteuil: Well…
Cecile: You don’t like him?
Marquise de Merteuil: Oh, it’s not that. He’s a man of somewhat erratic judgement. And rather serious.
Cecile: How old is he?
Marquise de Merteuil: Thirty-six.
Cecile: Thirty-six! He’s an old man.
You know, back then.
Madame de Volanges: Monsieur le Vicomte de Valmont, my child whom you very probably don’t remember…except that he is conspicuously charming…never opens his mouth without first calculating what damage he can do.
Cecile: Then why do you receive him, maman?
Madame de Volanges: Everyone receives him.
I'd receive him.
Vicomte: To seduce a woman famous for strict morals…religious fervour and the happiness of her marriage…What could possibly be more prestigious?
Marquise de Merteuil: I think there’s something degrading about having a husband for a rival. It’s humiliating if you fail, and commonplace if you succeed.
Vicomte: You see, I have no intention of breaking down her prejudices. I want her to believe in God and virtue and the sanctity of marriage, and still not be able to stop herself. I want the excitement of watching her betray everything that’s is most important to her. Surely you understand that. I thought betrayal was your favorite word.
Marquise de Merteuil: No, no…“cruelty.” I always think that has a nobler ring to it.
You tell me.
Vicomte: How is Belleroche?
Marquise de Merteuil: I’m very pleased with him.
Vicomte: And is he your only lover?
Marquise de Merteuil:Yes.
Vicomte: I think you should take another. I think it most unhealthy, this exclusivity.
Marquise de Merteuil: You’re not jealous, are you?
Vicomte: Of course I am. Belleroche is completely undeserving.
Marquise de Merteuil: I thought he was one of your closest friends.
Vicomte: Exactly, so I know what I’m talking about. No, I think you should organise an infidelity. With me, for example.
Marquise de Merteuil: You refuse me a simple favour…then you expect to be indulged?
Vicomte: It’s only because it is so simple. lt wouldn’t feel like a conquest. I have to follow my destiny. I have to be true…to my profession.
And, sure, he might actually have meant it...at the time.
Belleroche: Where have you been? Time has no logic when I’m not with you. An hour is like a century.
Marquise de Merteuil: I’ve told you before, we shall get on a great deal better if you make a concerted effort not to sound like the latest novel.
Next up: those we have to put up with here.
Marquise de Merteuil: Tell us what we should think of the opera.
Chevalier: Oh, it’s sublime, don’t you find?
Marquise de Merteuil: Monsieur Danceny is one of those rare eccentrics who come here to listen to the music.
And, of course, the equivalent of that here.
Marquise de Merteuil: It’s not my place to tell you this, my dear…if I hadn’t become so fond of you…
Cecile: Go on, please.
Marquise de Merteuil: Your marriage has been arranged.
Cecile: Who is it?
Marquise de Merteuil: Oh, someone I know slightly. Monsieur le Comte de Bastide.
Cecile: What’s he like?
Marquise de Merteuil: Well…
Cecile: You don’t like him?
Marquise de Merteuil: Oh, it’s not that. He’s a man of somewhat erratic judgement. And rather serious.
Cecile: How old is he?
Marquise de Merteuil: Thirty-six.
Cecile: Thirty-six! He’s an old man.
You know, back then.
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Re: Quote of the day
Dangerous Liasons
Madame Marie de Tourvel: I’m beginning to think you may have planned the whole exercise.
Vicomte: I had no idea you were staying here! Not that it would have disturbed me in the slightest if I had known. You see, until I met you, I had only ever experienced desire. Love, never.
Madame Marie de Tourvel: That’s enough.
Vicomte: No, no, you made an accusation and you must allow me the opportunity to defend myself! Now, I’m not going to deny that I was aware of your beauty. But the point is, this has nothing to do with your beauty. As I got to know you, I began to realize that beauty was the least of your qualities. I became fascinated by your goodness. I was drawn in by it. I didn’t understand what was happening to me. And it was only when I began to feel actual, physical pain every time you left the room that it finally dawned on me: I was in love, for the first time in my life. I knew it was hopeless, but that didn’t matter to me. And it’s not that I want to have you. All I want is to deserve you. Tell me what to do. Show me how to behave. I’ll do anything you say.
Madame Marie de Tourvel: Very well, then. I would like you to leave this house.
Vicomte: I don’t see why that should be necessary.
Madame Marie de Tourvel: Let’s just say you’ve spent your whole life making it necessary. And if you refuse, I shall be forced to leave myself.
Vicomte: Well then, of course, whatever you say.
Like he said, he is good at his profession.
Marquise de Merteuil:I told Danceny you would act as his confidant and advisor. I need you to stiffen his resolve, if that’s the phrase. I thought if anyone could help him–
Vicomte: Help? He doesn’t need help, he needs hindrances. lf he has to climb over enough of them he might inadvertently fall on top of her. I take it he hasn’t been a great success.
Marquise de Merteuil: He’s been disastrous! Like most intellectuals, he’s intensely stupid.
Of course, that's what the clouds are for.
Vicomte: I often wonder how you manage to invent yourself.
Marquise de Merteuil: Well, I had no choice, did I? I’m a woman. Women are obliged to be far more skillful than men. You can ruin our reputation and our life with a few well-chosen words. So, of course, I had to invent, not only myself, but ways of escape no one has every thought of before. And I’ve succeeded because I’ve always known I was born to dominate your sex and avenge my own.
Vicomte: Yes, but what I asked was how.
Marquise de Merteuil: When I came out into society I was 15. I already knew that the role I was condemned to, namely to keep quiet and do what I was told, gave me the perfect opportunity to listen and observe. Not to what people told me, which naturally was of no interest, but to whatever it was they were trying to hide. I practiced detachment. I learned how to look cheerful while under the table I stuck a fork into the back of my hand. I became a virtuoso of deceit. It wasn’t pleasure I was afer, it was knowledge. I consulted the strictest moralists to learn how to appear, philosophers to find out what to think, and novelists to see what I could get away with, and in the end, I distilled everything to one wonderfully simple principle: win or die.
An ogre, true. But still no less fascinating at times.
Marquise de Merteuil [to Cecile]: You’ll find the shame is like the pain, you only feel it once.
Uma!
Marquise de Merteuil [to Cecile]: When it comes to marriage, one man is as good as the next. And even the least accomodating is less trouble than a mother. And even the least accommodating is less trouble than a mother.
Cecile: Are you saying, I’m going to have to do that with three different men?!
Marquise de Merteuil: I am saying, you stupid little girl that provided you take a few elementary precautions you can do it, or not with as many men as you like…as often as you like…in as many different ways as you like. Our sex has few enough advantages, so make the best of those you have.
Cue feminism. Or is that being all the more cynical still?
Vicomte: Surely I’ve explained to you before how much I enjoy watching the battle between love and virtue.
Marquise de Merteuil: What concerns me is that you seem to enjoy watching it much more than you used to enjoy winning it.
Vicomte: All in good time.
Marquise de Merteuil: The century is drawing to its close.
Unless, of course, there's another one.
Madame Marie de Tourvel: I’m beginning to think you may have planned the whole exercise.
Vicomte: I had no idea you were staying here! Not that it would have disturbed me in the slightest if I had known. You see, until I met you, I had only ever experienced desire. Love, never.
Madame Marie de Tourvel: That’s enough.
Vicomte: No, no, you made an accusation and you must allow me the opportunity to defend myself! Now, I’m not going to deny that I was aware of your beauty. But the point is, this has nothing to do with your beauty. As I got to know you, I began to realize that beauty was the least of your qualities. I became fascinated by your goodness. I was drawn in by it. I didn’t understand what was happening to me. And it was only when I began to feel actual, physical pain every time you left the room that it finally dawned on me: I was in love, for the first time in my life. I knew it was hopeless, but that didn’t matter to me. And it’s not that I want to have you. All I want is to deserve you. Tell me what to do. Show me how to behave. I’ll do anything you say.
Madame Marie de Tourvel: Very well, then. I would like you to leave this house.
Vicomte: I don’t see why that should be necessary.
Madame Marie de Tourvel: Let’s just say you’ve spent your whole life making it necessary. And if you refuse, I shall be forced to leave myself.
Vicomte: Well then, of course, whatever you say.
Like he said, he is good at his profession.
Marquise de Merteuil:I told Danceny you would act as his confidant and advisor. I need you to stiffen his resolve, if that’s the phrase. I thought if anyone could help him–
Vicomte: Help? He doesn’t need help, he needs hindrances. lf he has to climb over enough of them he might inadvertently fall on top of her. I take it he hasn’t been a great success.
Marquise de Merteuil: He’s been disastrous! Like most intellectuals, he’s intensely stupid.
Of course, that's what the clouds are for.
Vicomte: I often wonder how you manage to invent yourself.
Marquise de Merteuil: Well, I had no choice, did I? I’m a woman. Women are obliged to be far more skillful than men. You can ruin our reputation and our life with a few well-chosen words. So, of course, I had to invent, not only myself, but ways of escape no one has every thought of before. And I’ve succeeded because I’ve always known I was born to dominate your sex and avenge my own.
Vicomte: Yes, but what I asked was how.
Marquise de Merteuil: When I came out into society I was 15. I already knew that the role I was condemned to, namely to keep quiet and do what I was told, gave me the perfect opportunity to listen and observe. Not to what people told me, which naturally was of no interest, but to whatever it was they were trying to hide. I practiced detachment. I learned how to look cheerful while under the table I stuck a fork into the back of my hand. I became a virtuoso of deceit. It wasn’t pleasure I was afer, it was knowledge. I consulted the strictest moralists to learn how to appear, philosophers to find out what to think, and novelists to see what I could get away with, and in the end, I distilled everything to one wonderfully simple principle: win or die.
An ogre, true. But still no less fascinating at times.
Marquise de Merteuil [to Cecile]: You’ll find the shame is like the pain, you only feel it once.
Uma!
Marquise de Merteuil [to Cecile]: When it comes to marriage, one man is as good as the next. And even the least accomodating is less trouble than a mother. And even the least accommodating is less trouble than a mother.
Cecile: Are you saying, I’m going to have to do that with three different men?!
Marquise de Merteuil: I am saying, you stupid little girl that provided you take a few elementary precautions you can do it, or not with as many men as you like…as often as you like…in as many different ways as you like. Our sex has few enough advantages, so make the best of those you have.
Cue feminism. Or is that being all the more cynical still?
Vicomte: Surely I’ve explained to you before how much I enjoy watching the battle between love and virtue.
Marquise de Merteuil: What concerns me is that you seem to enjoy watching it much more than you used to enjoy winning it.
Vicomte: All in good time.
Marquise de Merteuil: The century is drawing to its close.
Unless, of course, there's another one.
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Re: Quote of the day
Robert Louis Stevenson from Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
Good and evil are so close as to be chained together in the soul.
In my soul certainly. And I don't even have one.
The less I understood of this farrago, the less I was in a position to judge of its importance.
Next up: the less you understand my farrago here.
I have been made to learn that the doom and burden of our life is bound forever on man’s shoulders; and when the attempt is made to cast it off, it but returns upon us with more unfamiliar and more awful pressure.
How do you think we got Trump?
Some day...after I am dead, you may perhaps come to learn the right and wrong of this. I cannot tell you.
On the other hand, no one can.
This was the shocking thing; that the slime of the pit seemed to utter cries and voices; that the amorphous dust gesticulated and sinned; that what was dead, and had no shape, should usurp the offices of life. And this again, that that insurgent horror was knit to him closer than a wife, closer than an eye; lay caged in his flesh, where he heard it mutter and felt it struggle to be born; and at every hour of weakness, and in the confidence of slumber, prevailed against him, and deposed him out of life.
Though less shocking to others.
I began to perceive more deeply than it has ever yet been stated, the trembling immateriality, the mist like transience, of this seemingly so solid body in which we walk attired.
And then the part where Bette Davis once suggested, "old age is not for Sissies."
Good and evil are so close as to be chained together in the soul.
In my soul certainly. And I don't even have one.
The less I understood of this farrago, the less I was in a position to judge of its importance.
Next up: the less you understand my farrago here.
I have been made to learn that the doom and burden of our life is bound forever on man’s shoulders; and when the attempt is made to cast it off, it but returns upon us with more unfamiliar and more awful pressure.
How do you think we got Trump?
Some day...after I am dead, you may perhaps come to learn the right and wrong of this. I cannot tell you.
On the other hand, no one can.
This was the shocking thing; that the slime of the pit seemed to utter cries and voices; that the amorphous dust gesticulated and sinned; that what was dead, and had no shape, should usurp the offices of life. And this again, that that insurgent horror was knit to him closer than a wife, closer than an eye; lay caged in his flesh, where he heard it mutter and felt it struggle to be born; and at every hour of weakness, and in the confidence of slumber, prevailed against him, and deposed him out of life.
Though less shocking to others.
I began to perceive more deeply than it has ever yet been stated, the trembling immateriality, the mist like transience, of this seemingly so solid body in which we walk attired.
And then the part where Bette Davis once suggested, "old age is not for Sissies."
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Re: Quote of the day
Dangerous Liasons
Vicomte: lsn’t it a pity that our agreement does not relate to the task you set me rather than the task I set myself?
Marquise de Merteuil: I am grateful, of course. But that would have been almost insultingly simple. One does not applaud the tenor for clearing his throat.
And the equivalent of that here, of course.
Vicomte [to Cecile in bed]: You asked me if Monsieur de Bastide would be pleased with your abilities. And the answer is education is never a waste. Now I think we might begin with one or two Latin terms.
Uma!
Vicomte [in a letter to the Marquise de Merteuil]: We go for a walk together almost every day. A little further every time down the path that has no turning. She has accepted my love. I have accepted her friendship. We are both aware of how little there is to choose between them…I feel she is inches from surrender. Her eyes are closing.
...very, very good at his profession.
Madame de Rosemonde: Do you still think men love the way we do? No…men enjoy the happiness they feel. We can only enjoy the happiness we give. They are not capable of devoting themselves exclusively to one person. So to hope to be made happy by love is a certain cause of grief.
How much has that really changed today? I suspect gender here is rooted more in biology than many are willing to accept.
Vicomte: Why do you suppose we only feel compelled to chase the ones who run away?
Marquise de Merteuil: Immaturity?
Hormones?
Vicomte: It was, unprecedented. Really? It had a kind of charm that I don’t think I have experienced before. Once she’d surrendered, she behaved with perfect candour. Total mutual delirium. Which, for the first time ever with me, outlasted the pleasure itself. She was astonishing. So much so, that I ended by falling on my knees and pledging her eternal love. And do you know that at that time and for several hours afterwards I actually meant it.
Marquise de Merteuil: I see.
Vicomte: It’s extraordinary, isn’t it?
Marquise de Merteuil: Is it? lt sounds to me perfectly commonplace.
Vicomte: Oh, no…I assure you.
Love more or less than lust? Or, instead, lust more or less than love?
Vicomte: lsn’t it a pity that our agreement does not relate to the task you set me rather than the task I set myself?
Marquise de Merteuil: I am grateful, of course. But that would have been almost insultingly simple. One does not applaud the tenor for clearing his throat.
And the equivalent of that here, of course.
Vicomte [to Cecile in bed]: You asked me if Monsieur de Bastide would be pleased with your abilities. And the answer is education is never a waste. Now I think we might begin with one or two Latin terms.
Uma!
Vicomte [in a letter to the Marquise de Merteuil]: We go for a walk together almost every day. A little further every time down the path that has no turning. She has accepted my love. I have accepted her friendship. We are both aware of how little there is to choose between them…I feel she is inches from surrender. Her eyes are closing.
...very, very good at his profession.
Madame de Rosemonde: Do you still think men love the way we do? No…men enjoy the happiness they feel. We can only enjoy the happiness we give. They are not capable of devoting themselves exclusively to one person. So to hope to be made happy by love is a certain cause of grief.
How much has that really changed today? I suspect gender here is rooted more in biology than many are willing to accept.
Vicomte: Why do you suppose we only feel compelled to chase the ones who run away?
Marquise de Merteuil: Immaturity?
Hormones?
Vicomte: It was, unprecedented. Really? It had a kind of charm that I don’t think I have experienced before. Once she’d surrendered, she behaved with perfect candour. Total mutual delirium. Which, for the first time ever with me, outlasted the pleasure itself. She was astonishing. So much so, that I ended by falling on my knees and pledging her eternal love. And do you know that at that time and for several hours afterwards I actually meant it.
Marquise de Merteuil: I see.
Vicomte: It’s extraordinary, isn’t it?
Marquise de Merteuil: Is it? lt sounds to me perfectly commonplace.
Vicomte: Oh, no…I assure you.
Love more or less than lust? Or, instead, lust more or less than love?
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Re: Quote of the day
Epistemology
“Science is often misrepresented as ‘the body of knowledge acquired by performing replicated controlled experiments in the laboratory.’ Actually, science is something broader: the acquisition of reliable knowledge about the world.” Jared Diamond
What's that make philosophy then?
“Postulates are based on assumption and adhered to by faith. Nothing in the Universe can shake them.” Isaac Asimov
Well, not counting every single objectivist that has ever existed, of course.
“The ancient dialogue between reason and the senses is almost always more interestingly and passionately resolved in favor of the senses.” Kay Redfield Jamison
Well, not counting every single objectivist that has ever existed, of course.
“I should go so far as to say that embedded in the surrealistic frame of a television news show is a theory of anticommunication, featuring a type of discourse that abandons logic, reason, sequence and rules of contradiction. In aesthetics, I believe the name given to this theory is Dadaism; in philosophy, nihilism; in psychiatry, schizophrenia. In the parlance of the theater, it is known as vaudeville.” Neil Postman
From "Amusing Ourselves to Death: Public Discourse in the Age of Show Business" of course.
“One of the advantages of science is that one's work, ultimately, is either replicated or it is not.” Kay Redfield Jamison
No, really.
“Definitions are the guardians of rationality, the first line of defense against the chaos of mental disintegration.” Ayn Rand
Start here: http://aynrandlexicon.com/lexicon/objectivism.html
Or else?
“Science is often misrepresented as ‘the body of knowledge acquired by performing replicated controlled experiments in the laboratory.’ Actually, science is something broader: the acquisition of reliable knowledge about the world.” Jared Diamond
What's that make philosophy then?
“Postulates are based on assumption and adhered to by faith. Nothing in the Universe can shake them.” Isaac Asimov
Well, not counting every single objectivist that has ever existed, of course.
“The ancient dialogue between reason and the senses is almost always more interestingly and passionately resolved in favor of the senses.” Kay Redfield Jamison
Well, not counting every single objectivist that has ever existed, of course.
“I should go so far as to say that embedded in the surrealistic frame of a television news show is a theory of anticommunication, featuring a type of discourse that abandons logic, reason, sequence and rules of contradiction. In aesthetics, I believe the name given to this theory is Dadaism; in philosophy, nihilism; in psychiatry, schizophrenia. In the parlance of the theater, it is known as vaudeville.” Neil Postman
From "Amusing Ourselves to Death: Public Discourse in the Age of Show Business" of course.
“One of the advantages of science is that one's work, ultimately, is either replicated or it is not.” Kay Redfield Jamison
No, really.
“Definitions are the guardians of rationality, the first line of defense against the chaos of mental disintegration.” Ayn Rand
Start here: http://aynrandlexicon.com/lexicon/objectivism.html
Or else?
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Re: Quote of the day
Dangerous Liasons
Vicomte: The day after our last meeting, I broke with Madame de Tourvel on the grounds that it was “beyond my control.”
Marquise de Merteuil: You didn’t!
Vicomte: I certainly did.
Marquise de Merteuil: But how wonderful of you.
Vicomte: You kept telling me my reputation was in danger but I think this may well turn out to be my most famous exploit. I believe that it sets a new standard. Only one thing could possibly bring me greater glory.
Marquise de Merteuil: What is that?
Vicomte: To win her back.
True enough?
Then setting up their titantic tug of war.
Marquise de Merteuil: Except you see, Vicomte, my victory wasn’t over her.
Vicomte: Of course it was, what do you mean?
Marquise de Merteuil: It was over you. You loved that woman, Vicomte. What’s more, you still do. Quite desperately. lf you had not been so ashamed of it how could you have treated her so viciously? You could not bear even the vague possibility of being laughed at. And this has proved something I have always suspected. That vanity and happiness are incompatible.
That's still true of course. If you know what she means.
Vicomte: Whatever may or may not be the truth of these philosophical speculations, THE FACT REMAINS IT IS NOW YOUR TURN TO MAKE A SACRIFICE!
Marquise de Merteuil: ls that so?
Vicomte: Danceny must go.
Marquise de Merteuil: Where?
Vicomte: I have been more than patient with this little whim of yours. Enough is enough.
Marquise de Merteuil: One of the reasons that I never remarried despite a quite bewildering range of offers was the determination NEVER AGAIN TO BE ORDERED AROUND! I must therefore ask you to adopt a less martial tone of voice.
Vicomte: She is ill, you know. I have made her ill for your sake. So the least you can do is get rid of that colourless youth!
[he slaps her]
Marquise de Merteuil: Haven’t you had enough of bullying women for the time being?
Cue the Grim Reaper.
Vicomte: Now, yes or no? It’s up to you, of course. I will merely confine myself to remarking that a “no” will be regarded as a declaration of war. A single word is all that’s required.
Marquise de Merteuil: All right. War.
A pyrrhic victory for both of them let's say.
Vicomte de Valmont: I want you somehow... somehow to get to see Madame de Tourvel.
Chevalier Danceny: I understand she's very ill.
Vicomte de Valmont: That is why this is most important to me. I want you to tell her that I cannot explain why I broke with her as I did, but that since then, my life has been worth nothing. I pushed the blade in deeper than you just have, my boy. And now I need you to help me withdraw it. Tell her it is lucky for her that I have gone, and I am glad not to have to live without her. Tell her her love was the only real happiness that I have ever known. Will you do that for me?
Chevalier Danceny: I will.
A happy ending?
Vicomte: The day after our last meeting, I broke with Madame de Tourvel on the grounds that it was “beyond my control.”
Marquise de Merteuil: You didn’t!
Vicomte: I certainly did.
Marquise de Merteuil: But how wonderful of you.
Vicomte: You kept telling me my reputation was in danger but I think this may well turn out to be my most famous exploit. I believe that it sets a new standard. Only one thing could possibly bring me greater glory.
Marquise de Merteuil: What is that?
Vicomte: To win her back.
True enough?
Then setting up their titantic tug of war.
Marquise de Merteuil: Except you see, Vicomte, my victory wasn’t over her.
Vicomte: Of course it was, what do you mean?
Marquise de Merteuil: It was over you. You loved that woman, Vicomte. What’s more, you still do. Quite desperately. lf you had not been so ashamed of it how could you have treated her so viciously? You could not bear even the vague possibility of being laughed at. And this has proved something I have always suspected. That vanity and happiness are incompatible.
That's still true of course. If you know what she means.
Vicomte: Whatever may or may not be the truth of these philosophical speculations, THE FACT REMAINS IT IS NOW YOUR TURN TO MAKE A SACRIFICE!
Marquise de Merteuil: ls that so?
Vicomte: Danceny must go.
Marquise de Merteuil: Where?
Vicomte: I have been more than patient with this little whim of yours. Enough is enough.
Marquise de Merteuil: One of the reasons that I never remarried despite a quite bewildering range of offers was the determination NEVER AGAIN TO BE ORDERED AROUND! I must therefore ask you to adopt a less martial tone of voice.
Vicomte: She is ill, you know. I have made her ill for your sake. So the least you can do is get rid of that colourless youth!
[he slaps her]
Marquise de Merteuil: Haven’t you had enough of bullying women for the time being?
Cue the Grim Reaper.
Vicomte: Now, yes or no? It’s up to you, of course. I will merely confine myself to remarking that a “no” will be regarded as a declaration of war. A single word is all that’s required.
Marquise de Merteuil: All right. War.
A pyrrhic victory for both of them let's say.
Vicomte de Valmont: I want you somehow... somehow to get to see Madame de Tourvel.
Chevalier Danceny: I understand she's very ill.
Vicomte de Valmont: That is why this is most important to me. I want you to tell her that I cannot explain why I broke with her as I did, but that since then, my life has been worth nothing. I pushed the blade in deeper than you just have, my boy. And now I need you to help me withdraw it. Tell her it is lucky for her that I have gone, and I am glad not to have to live without her. Tell her her love was the only real happiness that I have ever known. Will you do that for me?
Chevalier Danceny: I will.
A happy ending?