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“Englishmen rarely cry, except under the pressure of the acutest grief; whereas in some parts of the Continent the men shed tears much more readily and freely.”
― The Expression of the Emotions in Man and Animals
― The Expression of the Emotions in Man and Animals
“Her blind endorsement of Hitler’s regime first faded to a kind of sympathetic skepticism, but as summer approached,”
― In the Garden of Beasts: Love, Terror, and an American Family in Hitler's Berlin
― In the Garden of Beasts: Love, Terror, and an American Family in Hitler's Berlin
“After it had all been explained to me, my first thought was for poor old
Mohammed. He had to go to the mountains, but not Anna. She neither went to the mountains nor did she fetch the mountain to her she merely said "Scat." And they scatted. Mind you, although I knew by then that the mountains were not really there, and that I could move about freely and unhampered, there are occasions not many, I'm glad to say when I get the distinct feeling that I've been brought up pretty sharpish-like by a clunk on the head. It certainly feels as if I have walked into a mountain, even though I can't see it. Perhaps one day I shall be able to walk about freely, without ducking occasionally.
As for my problem about the heres and the theres, the explanation went like this
:
"Where are you?" she had said. "Here, of course," I replied.
"Where's me then?"
"There!"
"Where do you know about me?" "Inside myself someplace."
"Then you know my middle in your middle."
"Yes, I suppose so."
"Then you know Mister God in my middle in your middle, and everything you know,every person you know, you know in your middle. Every person and everything that
you know has got Mister God in his middle, and so you have got his Mister God in your middle too. It's easy.”
― Mister God, This is Anna
Mohammed. He had to go to the mountains, but not Anna. She neither went to the mountains nor did she fetch the mountain to her she merely said "Scat." And they scatted. Mind you, although I knew by then that the mountains were not really there, and that I could move about freely and unhampered, there are occasions not many, I'm glad to say when I get the distinct feeling that I've been brought up pretty sharpish-like by a clunk on the head. It certainly feels as if I have walked into a mountain, even though I can't see it. Perhaps one day I shall be able to walk about freely, without ducking occasionally.
As for my problem about the heres and the theres, the explanation went like this
:
"Where are you?" she had said. "Here, of course," I replied.
"Where's me then?"
"There!"
"Where do you know about me?" "Inside myself someplace."
"Then you know my middle in your middle."
"Yes, I suppose so."
"Then you know Mister God in my middle in your middle, and everything you know,every person you know, you know in your middle. Every person and everything that
you know has got Mister God in his middle, and so you have got his Mister God in your middle too. It's easy.”
― Mister God, This is Anna
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