WHEN father bought the lamp, or a little before that, he said to mother: "Hark ye, mother-ought n't we to buy us a lamp?" "A lamp? What sort of a lamp?" "What! Don't you know that the storekeeper who lives in the market town has brought from St. Petersburg lamps that actually burn better than ten päreä? [1] They've already got a lamp of the sort at the parsonage." "Oh, yes! Is n't it one of those things which shines in the middle of the room so that we can see to read in every corner, just as if it was broad daylight?" "That's just it. There's oil that burns in it, and you only have to light it of an evening, and it burns on without going out till the next morning." "But how can the wet oil burn?"
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Neil deGrasse Tyson
We no longer have political movements. While thousands of us may come together for a rally or march, we are bound together on such occasions by a single shared interest. Any effort to convert such interests into collective goals is usually undermined by the fragmented individualism of our concerns. Laudable goals-fighting climate change, opposing war, advocating public healthcare or penalizing bankers-are united by nothing more than the expression of emotion. In our political as in our economic lives, we have become consumers: choosing from a broad gamut of competing objectives, we find it hard to imagine ways or reasons to combine these into a coherent whole. We must do better than this.
Tony Judt
Let true Christians then, with becoming earnestness, strive in all things to recommend their profession, and to put to silence the vain scoffs of ignorant objectors. Let them boldly assert the cause of Christ in an age when so many, who bear the name of Christians, are ashamed of Him: and let them consider as devolved on Them the important duty of suspending for a while the fall of their country, and, perhaps, of performing a still more extensive service to society at large; not by busy interference in politics, in which it cannot but be confessed there is much uncertainty; but rather by that sure and radical benefit of restoring the influence of Religion, and of raising the standard of morality.
William Wilberforce
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Haruki Murakami
You know what you can buy at the supermarket?” Laws inquired acidly. "I'll tell you. Canned burnt offerings.”
"You know what you can buy at the hardware store?” Hamilton answered. "Scales to weigh your soul on.”
"That's silly,” the blond said petulantly. "A soul doesn't have any weight.”
"Then,” Hamilton reflected, "you could put one through the U. S. mail for nothing.”
"How many souls,” Laws conjectured ironically, "can be fitted into one stamped envelope? New religious question. Split mankind in half. Warring factions. Blood running in the gutters.”
"Ten,” Hamilton guessed.
"Fourteen,” Laws contradicted.
"Heretic. Baby-murdering monster.”
"Bestial drinker of unpurified blood.
Philip K. Dick