seriously, the guy has a point I got metaphorically spanked a couple of days ago. Folks have been talking about the Fearless Girl statue ever since it was dropped in Manhattan’s Financial District some five weeks ago. I have occasionally added a comment or two to some of the online discussions about the statue. Recently most of the Fearless Girl discussions have focused on the complaints by Arturo Di Modica, the sculptor who created Charging Bull. He wants Fearless Girl removed, and that boy is taking a metric ton of shit for saying that. The guy has a point. This happened in maybe three different discussions over the last week or so. Men who don’t like women taking up space are exactly why we need the Fearless Girl. Which — and this doesn’t need to be said, but I’m okay with saying the obvious — is a perfectly valid response. But here’s the thing: you can completely agree with the woman who responded to my comment AND you can still acknowledge that Arturo Di Modica has a point. People loved it. See? Like this: See?
Folklore and Legends: Oriental: Ameen and the Ghool Sacred Texts Asia Index Previous Next Buy this Book at Amazon.com Folklore and Legends: Oriental, by Charles John Tibbitts, [1889], at sacred-texts.com p. 37 Persian There is a dreadful place in Persia called the "Valley of the Angel of Death." The natural shape of these monsters is terrible; but they can assume those of animals, such as cows or camels, or whatever they choose, often appearing to men as their relations or friends, and then they do not only transform their shapes, but their voices also are altered. The number of these ghools has greatly decreased p. 38 since the birth of the Prophet, and they have no power to hurt those who pronounce his name in sincerity of faith. The natives of Isfahan, though not brave, are the most crafty and acute people upon earth, and often supply the want of courage by their address. This man, whose name was Ameen Beg, had heard many stories of the ghools of the "Valley of the Angel of Death," and thought it likely he might meet one. p. 39 p. 40 p. 41
A SONG OF JOYS. (Leaves of Grass (1881-82)) - The Walt Whitman Archive - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [begin page 145] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Foundry casting, the foundry itself, the rude high roof, the ample and shadow'd space, The furnace, the hot liquid pour'd out and running. To hear the crash ofartillery—to see the glittering of the bayonets and musket-barrels in the sun! To gloat so over the wounds and deaths of the enemy. Again I spring up the rigging to look with the rest—we descend, wild with excitement, O swift again far out in the ocean the wounded whale, settling, running to windward, tows me, As he rises he spouts blood, I see him swim in circles narrower and narrower, swiftly cutting the water—I see him die, He gives one convulsive leap in the centre of the circle, and then falls flat and still in the bloody foam. My largeness, calmness, majesty, out of the long stretch of my life. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [begin page 146] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - How clear is my mind—how all people draw nigh to me!
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