An interesting bit from A Clash of Kings that sadly does not involve squirrels 
Larry Send a noteboard - 02/05/2010 06:21:37 AM
Larry Send a noteboard - 02/05/2010 06:21:37 AM
There is a profound statement within this passage. Can you guess what it is?
"They want to hunt," agreed Gage the cook as he tossed cubes of suet in a great kettle of stew. "A wolf smells better'n any man. Like as not, they've caught the scent o' prey."
Maester Luwin did not think so. "Wolves often howl at the moon. These are howling at the comet. She how bright it is, Bran? Perchance they think it is the moon."
When Bran repeated that to Osha, she laughed aloud. "Your wolves have more wit than your maester," the wildling woman said. "They know truths the grey man has forgotten." The way she said it made him shiver, and when he asked what the comet meant, she answered, "Blood and fire, boy, and nothing sweet."
Bran asked Septon Chayle about the comet while they were sorting through some scrolls snatched from the library fire. "It is the sword that slays the season," he replied, and soon after the white raven came fromOldtown bringing word of autumn, so doubtless he was right.
Though Old Nan did not think so, and she'd lived longer than any of them. "Dragons," she said, lifting her head and sniffing. She was near blind and could not see the comet, yet she claimed she could smell it. "It be dragons, boy," she insisted. Bran got no princes from Nan, no more than he ever had.
Hodor said only, "Hodor." That was all he ever said. (pp. 71-72)
Maester Luwin did not think so. "Wolves often howl at the moon. These are howling at the comet. She how bright it is, Bran? Perchance they think it is the moon."
When Bran repeated that to Osha, she laughed aloud. "Your wolves have more wit than your maester," the wildling woman said. "They know truths the grey man has forgotten." The way she said it made him shiver, and when he asked what the comet meant, she answered, "Blood and fire, boy, and nothing sweet."
Bran asked Septon Chayle about the comet while they were sorting through some scrolls snatched from the library fire. "It is the sword that slays the season," he replied, and soon after the white raven came fromOldtown bringing word of autumn, so doubtless he was right.
Though Old Nan did not think so, and she'd lived longer than any of them. "Dragons," she said, lifting her head and sniffing. She was near blind and could not see the comet, yet she claimed she could smell it. "It be dragons, boy," she insisted. Bran got no princes from Nan, no more than he ever had.
Hodor said only, "Hodor." That was all he ever said. (pp. 71-72)
Illusions fall like the husk of a fruit, one after another, and the fruit is experience. - Narrator, Sylvie
Je suis méchant.
Je suis méchant.
An interesting bit from A Clash of Kings that sadly does not involve squirrels
- 02/05/2010 06:21:37 AM
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- 02/05/2010 06:21:37 AM
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DUDE.
- 02/05/2010 06:27:53 AM
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For once we agree 
- 02/05/2010 06:38:45 AM
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- 02/05/2010 06:38:45 AM
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~ Wanders away totally confused~
- 09/05/2010 03:19:45 AM
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The point was for you to become confused 
- 09/05/2010 04:05:17 AM
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- 09/05/2010 04:05:17 AM
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*NM*
Derrida? I know I, as the author of that post, "am dead," but I was aiming more for Kierkegaard.
- 09/05/2010 08:26:32 AM
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*NM*