“I always cheer up immensely if an attack is particularly wounding because I think, well, if they attack one personally, it means they have not a single political argument left.”
“Being powerful is like being a lady. If you have to tell people you are, you aren’t.”
—Margaret Thatcher.
“Get action…Man was never intended to become an oyster.”
—T.R.
“Take care of your morals first, your health next, and finally your studies.”
—Theodore Roosevelt, Sr.
“What do you hate the most?”
“..Why do you ask?”
“I know this is a bit personal, but it’s necessary for your psychological profile.”
“I suppose. You mind if it’s a list?”
“Of course not, go ahead.”
“Um, apathy? Ownership, deceit, betrayal…hate? Rigidness, Narrow minds. Being overly fair and square—with physical, material objects. It’s different from emotional fairness, which is actually more of an ideal.”
“Alright” she said, reassuringly, as she finished jotting down on her notepad. “Now, let’s move on to a different question.” She smiled, politely.
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Damn it, this is definitely and most easily an occasion better suited for bad television.
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“What do you love?”
“What do you mean?”
“Anything that comes to mind that strikes you as sacred—you may make a list for your answer as well.” She was encouraging, and gentle—but really, professional. It’s her profession, a vocation.
“Phew…this is challenging. Uh, oranges.”
She smiled again, but this time more obligated, annoyed. “How about a serious answer?”
“None of this.”
“Pardon me?”
“You asked for what I loved.”
A harvest of their own kind
Overlooked wonder unjustly dwarfed by Bricks upon Bricks.
Particular Moments 