And so, finally, he’d found his way back to baseball. Nothing like it really. Not the actual game so much – to tell the truth, real baseball bored him – but rather the records, the statistics, the peculiar balances between individual and team, offense and defense, strategy and luck, accident and pattern, power and intelligence. And no other activity in the world had so precise and comprehensive a history, so specific an ethic, and at the same time, strange as it seemed so much ultimate mystery.
Monday, October 28, 2019
Monday, October 21, 2019
For if we fail in this our fight he must surely win; and then where end we? Life is nothings; I heed him not. But to fail here, is not mere life or death. It is that we become as him; that we henceforward become foul things of the night like him – without heart or conscience, preying on the bodies and the souls of those we love best. To us for ever are the gates of heaven shut; for who shall open them to us again? We go on for all time abhorred by all; a blot on the face of God’s sunshine; an arrow in the side of Him who died for man. ~ Van Helsing
Listen to them – the children of the night. What music they make! ~ Count Dracula referring to the howling of wolvesGod keep me, if only for the sake of those dear to me! ~ Jonathan HarkerI am encompassed about with terrors that I dare not think of… ~ Jonathan HarkerAway from this cursed spot, from this cursed land, where the devil and his children still walk with earthly feet! ~ Jonathan HarkerGod does not purchase souls in this wise; and the Devil, though he may purchase, does not keep faith. ~ Van HelsingWe want no proofs; we ask none to believe us! This boy will some day know what a brave and gallant woman his mother is. Already he knows her sweetness and loving care; later on he will understand how some men so loved her, that they did dare much for her sake. ~ Jonathan Harker
Sunday, October 13, 2019
Thursday, October 10, 2019
The Greek Interpreter – a Sherlock Holmes short story
My dear Watson, I cannot agree with those who rank modesty among the virtues. To the logician all things should be seen exactly as they are, and to under-estimate oneself is as much a departure from truth as to exaggerate one’s own powers. When I say, therefore, that Mycroft has better powers of observation than I, you may take it that I am speaking the exact and literal truth.
Sunday, October 6, 2019
“What reason have you to be merry? You’re poor enough.” [Scrooge to nephew Fred]
“Come then,” returned the nephew gaily. “What right have you to be dismal? What reason have you to be morose? You’re rich enough”
Scrooge having no better answer ready on the spur of the moment, said “Bah!” again; and followed it up with “Humbug.”
…for it is good to be children sometimes, and never better than at Christmas, when its mighty Founder was a child himself.
“Man,” said the Ghost, “if man you be in heart, not adamant, forbear that wicked cant until you have discovered what the surplus is, and where it is. Will you decide what men shall live, what men shall die? It may be, that in the sight of Heaven, you are more worthless and less fit to live than millions like this poor man’s child. Oh God! To hear the insect on the leaf pronouncing on the too much life among his hungry brothers in the dust!” ~ Ghost of Christmas Present
This boy is Ignorance. This girl is Want. Beware them both, and all of their degree, but most of all beware this boy, for on his brow I see that written which is Doom, unless the writing be erased. ~ Ghost of Christmas present