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(..)when the Jews are firmly at home in Israel, they will make every effort to acquire the qualities which their enemies have always been accused of; they will practise aggression as though it were a new religious rite; and they will be as intolerant as any puritan. Israel, Herschel, just watch, will reject the historically determined character of the Jews. They will use their future to persecute their past.

The rocking chair, like clapboard, is one of the constants of American life. The American farmer, at the end of the day, will instinctively move to the rocker on his porch. The European peasant sits immobile through twilight as if nailed to the bench before his cottage. These simple differences must be understood, for more profoundly than one might think, they change the course of inventive fantasy.

there are at least three essays in here that are just him insulting the royal academy lol

There’s nothing worse than sloppiness, unless it’s the facile perfection of solemnity. This book will be eminently sloppy, which is to say it will commit the maximum discourtesy possible to its readers—except an even greater and all too common discourtesy: the perfect, empty book.

I saw H. G. Wells there on several occasions. He did not belong to the circle of friends of which I am speaking. He came independently with parties of his own. My friends observed him with something approaching horror. One of them said 'Whenever I see H. G. Wells I feel uncomfortably refined.'

When Colonel Lawrence visited Doughty, he asked him how he came to go to Arabia. The reply made by the author of Arabia Deserta was that he went there 'in order to rescue English Prose from the slough into which it had fallen.'

A great cyclorama quickened in his presence, and winds rose, and dust set sail, and there were shots in sprays and cannonades, and he saw gutted horses fall and thrash, dying on the run, and men ran too, and other men pursued them, and there were some, a few, who merely drifted with the smoke, smoke themselves, and expresses of canister passed, and beelines of lead stopped in heads, in tripes, in the trunks of trees.

Sure, but no burn. I cant burn, thats the truth of it. Because Im softening. My bones Lee, my bones. Ever hear of decalcification? Well, nodding his chin up and down, the grim soft chiding light of his blue eyes leaping and frolicking over Timmy Lascar, Im losing the calcium. Oh its slow. Itll take another twentyfive years sure, but in time Ill just be a heap of jelly, nothing more, Keep it under your hat

I love how openly horny this guy is and all the parts where a tree or the sun thinks about something a character just did.

this book is really horny and scatological, which is always nice to see

What anguishes are rankling in the lees of the soul,the heart-nipping unkindness of a man's friends,his defeated endeavours!betwixt the birth and death of the mind,what swallowing seas, and storms of mortal miseries!And when the wildfire is in the heart and he is made mad,the incontinent hands would wreak the harm upon his own head,to blot out the abhorred illusion of the world and the desolate remembrance of himself

Wonders are told also in Arabia of the Beny Kelb, a tribe of human hounds.
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They say, "The Kelb housewives and daughters are like fair women, but the male kind, a span in stature and without speech, are white hounds. When they have in sight any guest approaching, the hospitable men-dogs spring forth to meet him, and holding the lap of his mantle between their teeth, they towse him gently to their nomad booths."

"I saw at Rabbath Moab cyclopean ground walls, laid without mortar, and street lines of basalt pavement, a colonnade and some small temple yet standing of Greekish building. If you will believe them, under the next great heap of stones lies Great Alexander, who they call Thu el Kurneyn "of the two horns," and merito as who in his life would needs be accounted an offspring of the god Ammon, with his ram's head."

"The fetich was a visible object of somewhat indescribable character - a mound of horns, iron rings, and encrusted blood from sacrifices." cool thing to base your cult around

cool contents page http://imgur.com/a/RKWCZ