“In December 2004 Microsoft paid a massive $33 billion dividend to its shareholders. The largest payment of its kind, it made up 6% of the increase in Americans’ personal income that year.”—The Economist
mi alzai con la pelle d’oro,
e mi disfeci dei salmi
mi disfeci dei vestiti
e tu sciogliesti le briglie
sciogliesti le redini,
ed io i bottoni,
e disfeci le ossa, le confusioni,
le cartoline del New England,
le notti di gennaio finite alle dieci,
e come spighe ci sollevammo,
per acri e acri d’oro,
e poi mietemmo, mietemmo,
mietemmo.”—Anne Sexton, Noi
“[…] la gente inferiore deve avere un abito, una livrea, non si può lasciarla vestire come vuole perché non ha gusto e si vestirebbe chi sa come, forse da pagliaccio.”—Giorgio Scerbanenco, “L’agonizzatoio”, ne Il centodelitti
“Perché veramente ogni errore umano, poetico, spirituale, non è, in essenza, se non disattenzione. Chiedere a un uomo di non distrarsi mai, di sottrarre senza riposo all’equivoco dell’immaginazione, alla pigrizia dell’abitudine, all’ipnosi del costume, la facoltà di attenzione, è chiedergli di attuare la sua massima forma. È chiedergli qualcosa di molto prossimo alla santità in un tempo che sembra perseguire soltanto, con cieca furia e agghiacciante successo, il divorzio totale della mente umana dalla propria facoltà di attenzione.”—Cristina Campo, “Attenzione e poesia”, ne Gli imperdonabili [via Paolo Nori]
“I don’t know anything about my story when I start. I just grope along without the faintest idea about where I’m going or what the story is going to be about. […] If I figure it all out ahead of time, I don’t feel like telling it anymore.”—Michael Chabon [via explore-blog]
THE PRIME MINISTER:I mean, why should we bug Hugh Halifax’s telephone? I mean, one of my own administration. Don’t know where they got such a daft idea. Sheer paranoia
SIR HUMPHREY APPLEBY:Yes, the only thing is…
PM:I mean, why should we listen in to MPs? Boring, stupid ignorant windbags, I do my best not to listen to them. He’s only a PPS. I have enough trouble finding out what’s going on at the Ministry of Defence, what could he know?
SIR HUMPHREY:So I gather you denied that Mr Halifax’s phone had been bugged.
PM:Well, obviously. It was the one question today to which I could give a clear, simple, straightforward, honest answer.
SIR HUMPHREY:Yes. Unfortunately, although the answer was indeed clear, simple and straightforward, there is some difficulty in justifiably assigning to it the fourth of the epithets you applied to the statement inasmuch as the precise correlation between the information you communicated and the facts insofar as they can be determined and demonstrated is such as to cause epistemological problems of sufficient magnitude as to lay upon the logical and semantic resources of the English language a heavier burden than they can reasonably be expected to bear.
PM:Epistemological? What are you talking about?
SIR HUMPHREY:You told a lie.
. . .
PM:But it wasn’t my fault. I didn’t know he was being bugged.
BERNARD WOOLEY:Prime Minister, you are deemed to have known. You are ultimately responsible.
PM:Why wasn’t I told?
SIR HUMPHREY:The Home Secretary might not have felt the need to inform you.
SIR HUMPHREY:Perhaps he didn’t know either. Or perhaps he’d been advised that you did not need to know.
PM:Well I did need to know.
BERNARD:Apparently the fact that you needed to know was not known at the time that the now known need to know was known, and therefore those that needed to advise and inform the Home Secretary perhaps felt that the information that he needed as to whether to inform the highest authority of the known information was not yet known and therefore there was no authority for the authority to be informed because the need to know was not at this time known or needed.
SIR HUMPHREY:We could not know that you would deny it in the House.
THE PM:Well, obviously I would if I didn’t know and I were asked.
SIR HUMPHREY:We did not know that you would be asked when you didn’t know.
THE PM:But I was bound to be asked when I didn’t know if I didn’t know.
“Either we complete a government project which is abhorrent to me, or we bring a new person into the department, which repulses me to my core. Reminds me of when my dad made me choose which of my pet calves to slaughter with my own hands for my sixth birthday. I couldn’t choose, so I slaughtered both of them. And they were delicious.”—Ron Swanson (S04E17)
“In 1987, he was invited to a White House dinner by Ronald Reagan. Few of the guests appeared to know who he was. During dinner, Nancy Reagan turned to him and asked what he’d done with his life to merit an invitation. Straight-faced, Davis replied: “Well, I’ve changed the course of music five or six times. What have you done except fuck the president?””—The Guardian
“Mahler aveva mal di denti ma non sapeva che dente gli faceva male. Mi fu facile trovarlo. Rimasi nella sala d’aspetto del dentista, che era molto affollata. Improvvisamente Mahler spalancò la porta e gridò: “Ehi, Alma, qual è il dente che mi fa male?”. Risa di coloro che si trovavano nella sala d’aspetto. Meraviglia di Mahler.”—Alma Mahler, Diari [via consquisiteparole]