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Then he runs again and does not stop running.
Michael D. O'Brien • Island of the World: A Novel
The sun shone in the wilderness on a group of people, some familiar faces among them: King Wen of Zhou, Newton, Von Neumann, Aristotle, Mozi, Confucius, and Einstein. Sparsely distributed, they faced Qin Shi Huang, who stood on a rock with a sword across his shoulders. “I am not alone,” he said. “This is the core leadership of seven speaking.”
Cixin Liu • The Dark Forest (The Three-Body Problem Series Book 2)
After he left, Luo Ji asked Kent where Shi Qiang was. “He’s handed over your security detail and has probably returned home.” “Let him take the place of that guy just now. I think he’ll do a better job.” “I feel the same way, but he doesn’t speak English. It would be hard for him to do his job.” “Then bring in Chinese guards to replace the ones her
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power as possible, Lincoln happily agreed. At this point in time, Sherman felt more comfortable as a number two. He felt he had an honest appreciation for his own abilities and that this role best suited him. Imagine that—an ambitious person turning down a chance to advance in responsibilities because he actually wanted to be ready for them. Is tha
... See moreRyan Holiday • Ego Is the Enemy
And naturally, I wish I could have done a better job. But I’m reminded of a comment Nan Huai-chin made to me during a five-hour dinner at his home in Shanghai five years ago. The ninety-year-old Zen layman recounted when he was young asking Empty Cloud why the old master kept restoring Zen monasteries but never finished them. Empty Cloud slapped hi
... See moreRed Pine • The Lankavatara Sutra: Translation and Commentary (NONE)
He did not proceed according to his custom, he did not enter into the matter, he exhibited no warrant of arrest. In his eyes, Jean Valjean was a sort of mysterious combatant, who was not to be laid hands upon, a wrestler in the dark whom he had had in his grasp for the last five years, without being able to throw him.
Victor Hugo • Les Misérables (English language)
“What kind of sculpture is this?” Within this group of struggling arms, Luo Ji felt a chill, even though he was still sweating from the run. At the sculpture’s edge, he saw a solemn obelisk, on which was carved a line of large golden characters: MAKE TIME FOR CIVILIZATION, FOR CIVILIZATION WON’T MAKE TIME. “The Great Ravine Memorial,” Shi Qiang sai
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