THE JOHNNY CASH PROJECT. Seaquence. Brave New World by Aldous Huxley. Chapter One A SQUAT grey building of only thirty-four stories. Over the main entrance the words, CENTRAL LONDON HATCHERY AND CONDITIONING CENTRE, and, in a shield, the World State's motto, COMMUNITY, IDENTITY, STABILITY. The enormous room on the ground floor faced towards the north. Cold for all the summer beyond the panes, for all the tropical heat of the room itself, a harsh thin light glared through the windows, hungrily seeking some draped lay figure, some pallid shape of academic goose-flesh, but finding only the glass and nickel and bleakly shining porcelain of a laboratory. Wintriness responded to wintriness. The overalls of the workers were white, their hands gloved with a pale corpse-coloured rubber.
"And this," said the Director opening the door, "is the Fertilizing Room. " "Just to give you a general idea," he would explain to them. "To-morrow," he would add, smiling at them with a slightly menacing geniality, "you'll be settling down to serious work. Responds by budding. Mr. The Project Gutenberg eBook of The Kama Sutra of Vatsyayana, by. Page Load Error. Home - Ascent of Humanity. The Day You Were Sad : Twelve Stories. Jennifer Levin You find out someone loved you once. You find out that a long time ago someone loved you so much he might have died for you. You run into an old college friend on an airplane. You get to drinking and talking, and he says, That guy once drank an entire bottle of tequila because he was sure you’d never love him. You remember he was awfully cute and that you were good friends for awhile—when was it?
You feel foolish because you miss him. You remember the day you were sad and he invited you on a drive up the mountain, and you invited your friends to come along. He was always dating some girl or another, so how were you supposed to know? You remember the night he told you that you were beautiful—you were beautiful and you were good—but find you have no idea what else he said that night. You are good, he said. And you said, What? And he looked crushed and refused to say anything else. A partial moral inventory leads you to believe you wouldn’t do anything. You get mad at him.
The Metamorphosis of Prime Intellect: Contents. Espresso Stories. Old Man Breaks Out Dancing To Lady Gaga. Short stories at east of the web. Harry Frankfurt's "On Bullshit". One of the most salient features of our culture is that there is so much bullshit. Everyone knows this. Each of us contributes his share. But we tend to take the situation for granted. Most people are rather confident of their ability to recognize bullshit and to avoid being taken in by it. So the phenomenon has not aroused much deliberate concern, or attracted much sustained inquiry.
Another worthwhile source is the title essay in The Prevalence of Humbug by Max Black. Humbug: deceptive misrepresentation, short of lying, especially by pretentious word or deed, of somebody’s own thoughts, feelings, or attitudes. A very similar formulation might plausibly be offered as enunciating the essential characteristics of bullshit. Deceptive misrepresentation: This may sound pleonastic. Short of lying: It must be part of the point of saying that humbug is “short of lying,” that while it has some of the distinguishing characteristics of lies, there are others that it lacks. Bookyards.com » Library to the world. Full text books free to read online in the full text archive. The following is an actual question given on a University of Washingto...