calculation [Theme]
His calculation was that the Power of the Protector would return him to the Rock of Completeness.
Quote Explanation: What fate has written should be read in mirror image.
I forgot how I scourged him.
Weren't you taught to approach battles with a cool head?
Power. Money. Force. Human motivations are usually not difficult to calculate.
Life is not mathematics, and any sober calculation is always, slightly, not sober.
There is always an element of discrepancy between what you strive for and what you achieve. Regardless of whether the idea turns out to be higher than the embodiment or, conversely, the embodiment surpasses the idea, the discrepancy between the aspirations and the effects of the actions carried out stimulates the activity of a person, the movement of his activity. And as a result, a new activity is born, and not only one's own, but, possibly, other people's.
Causes a reaction and does not lend itself to logic.
It was one of the sinister entertainments of the maniac. To hand over after a stormy night to an unsuspecting and already pretty tired of her gentleman the key. Allegedly from her bedroom. The expectation was that the key would be taken in hand. And with bare hands. Without any gloves. And the trick was in the subject itself. It didn't fit the door lock at all. One prong of the key was specially sharp-sharply sharpened. And smeared with a potent poison. Manipulating the key it was impossible not to get scratched. And then the poison, getting into the wound, penetrated into the blood and after a few hours or days the victim died. The life expectancy of a cavalier depended on the concentration of the poison. The more it was smeared, the faster the admirer died. The less - the death of the lucky one was delayed several hours later. But in one case or another, the result of this fun was one - death from poisoning! And most importantly, no one could prove anything that Lucrezia Borgia was the poisoner. There were only suspicions, but no hard evidence. Everything was so skillfully done. And no one took the rumors, rumors and stories seriously. In addition, many were afraid to contact the influential and powerful Borgia clan. So the beauty-destroyer always came out dry from the water.
the vector of development of society led him to the fact that things no longer correspond to their names. There was a time when a spade was just a spade and a bank was just a bank. And now there are banks where only cashless payments operate, that is, banks without money - but there must be at least some order in this world? There is nothing strange in the fact that people are lost, and society is going to hell in the era of decaffeinated coffee, gluten-free bread and non-alcoholic beer. And if someone finally calls a shovel a shovel, then a well-wisher will certainly be found nearby who will correct him: “No, no, no, what are you, it’s a scraper!”
But no matter how hard it was, Demelza would survive all but one. Now she could let down not only herself, but also her daughter.
When someone answers you seriously, it is true that the whole calculation is that he sees the same strings in you, since he plays a melody on them.
Life is not mathematics, so any sober calculation should be a little not sober.
Whoever wants to build his relationship with a person on stone, and not on sand, should use only the lowest properties and passions, for only that which is closely related to egoism is stable and can be taken into account; higher aspirations are unreliable, contradictory and fleeting like the wind.
When you are late, remember that the public will pay you back with their disrespect.
The first rule of long journeys with limited access to resupply vital supplies: you count how much you need, and then increase the calculation by twenty to twenty-five percent.
