Sublime

Shi Qiang considered one of the dishes in front of him, then said, “I’ve got some ideas about this.” He looked up and poured Luo Ji a drink. “Ignore it for now. I’ll tell you in detail later.” “Here: to carpe diem, to living one day at a time. One hour at a time, even,” Luo Ji said as he raised his glass. “Here’s to your still-living son.” “Are you

the new place for a year now.… When Zhang Yuanchao thought about it, everything was completely satisfactory. He had to admit that as far as affairs of state were concerned, Lao Yang was right. Still, as he looked out from his eighth-story

When you reach the top, keep climbing. Zen proverb

“It looks like a misunderstanding during the escort change. Nothing to worry about.” “What did the higher-ups say on the call earlier?” That was Shi Qiang’s voice. “They said that the escort formation would require a midair refueling in half an hour, and that we shouldn’t be alarmed.” “The plan doesn’t mention this interruption, does it?” “Not even

but the tide of people eventually surged past the police line and poured toward the living Bolívar at the foot of the statue. Rey Diaz held up his hands, and, with tears in his eyes, called out to the crowd in a voice dripping with emotion, “Ah, my people!” The first stone thrown by his people struck him on his outstretched left hand, the second hi

sages therefore hold the left marker and make no claim on others

This verse reminds me of Confucius’ words: “When I was young, historians still left blanks” (Lunyu: 15.25). Not being a historian, I have proceeded despite uncertainty.

In marching twelve miles through the night toward Princeton, Washington pushed his long-suffering men almost beyond human endurance. It was a long, harrowing march down dark country lanes congealed with ice. The weary men, wrapped in a numb trance, some barely awake, padded against stinging winds; many fell asleep standing up whenever the column ha