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My exact scientific description of the special kind of madness called love cannot succeed in France. This madness is becoming less and less common in our country.

To love means not

- Not true, I'm a fat blond.

I am not a writer, I don’t want to be a writer, and I would consider it indecency and meanness to drag the inside of my soul and a beautiful description of feelings into their literary market.

- Bottom line - proceed to the immediate elimination of the object.

Generally speaking, it seems to me that when you describe a person for real, you cannot help but love him. He, even the worst, becomes your work, you take him into yourself and begin to feel responsible for him and his sins - yes, in a sense, for sins. You try to understand them and, if possible, justify them.

- We don't have a name for them. 87th, Guatemala. The special squad went into the jungle. All aces. Six plus a coordinator from the CIA. Only one survived. In the report he wrote, they stumbled upon something. Gave a detailed description. Monster on the totem. He had a disguise that changed with the light. It was almost invisible to humans. He sees in infrared. Thermal spectrum. The fighter was smeared with mud. And he defeated him. The monster killed his squad one by one. Hunting and collecting trophies.

The cult of the beautiful and the description of ugliness are not opposites.

When you start focusing on the goal and focus on the goal, and not on describing yourself, that's when you have a chance to be confident, there is a chance to really become smart, there is a chance to become an eagle.
And no, that's not all the point.
You have a tiny chance for happiness, like all people, but at least it appears. On the real, living, sparkling happiness, which is not obtained not by drugs and other crap, but is born in the depths and remains your fuel.

Now it is quite appropriate to tell what a beauty she was. Although I can talk about this whenever I want. She stood in the dark next to me, she smelled of sweat and sunlight. That night a thin moon hung in the sky, I saw only her silhouette, and only when she smoked, the small red light of a cigarette illuminated her face. But the piercing emerald eyes of Alaska glowed even in the dark. This look infected you with a willingness to support her in any endeavor.

- Two years less than you.

Power ceases to exist not when it is not obeyed more or less fully, but when it ceases to give orders.
... one could give a good description of the supposedly democratic societies in which we live, with a simple statement: within these societies, the ontology of command has taken the place of an ontology of affirmation, not in the clear form of an imperative, but in a more insidious form of advice, invitation, notification, which are given in the name of security, so that obedience to an order takes the form of cooperation, and often in the form of command to oneself.

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