Posts Tagged halloween
1068. Todos los Santos
«No hay que tener miedo de la pobreza, el destierro, la cárcel, ni la muerte. De lo que hay que tener miedo es del propio miedo.» (Epicteto)
982. Extra Halloween
«Han encontrado los cuerpos de cuatro adolescentes en el sótano de Artur Mas. Estaban mutilados de todas las maneras imaginables y había rastros de ADN del presidente en orificios en los que no debería haber habido.»
«La culpa es de España.»
903. La bolsa
660. Monstruos
«Una de las grandes cuestiones científicas por resolver es cómo puede ser que, tras miles de años de evolución, siga habiendo tantísimos gilipollas por el mundo. Algunos estudiosos lo achacan al azar. Otros, sin embargo, utilizan la existencia de imbéciles para invalidar la teoría evolutiva de Darwin y poner en valor la teoría creacionista. La existencia de idiotas, por tanto, explicaría la existencia de Dios.» (Jose A. Pérez)
560. Halloween
«La emoción más antigua y más intensa de la humanidad es el miedo, y el más antiguo y más intenso de los miedos es el miedo a lo desconocido.» (H.P. Lovecraft)
399. Castañas
«I was always embarrassed by the words sacred, glorios, and sacrifice and the expression in vain. We had heard them, sometimes standing in the rain almost out of earshot, so that only the shouted words came through, and had read them, on proclamations, now for a long time, and I had seen nothing sacred, and the things that were glorious had no glory and the sacrifices were like the stockyards at Chicago if nothing was done with the meat except to bury it. There were many words that you could not stand to hear and finally only the names of places had dignity. Certain numbers were the same way and certain dates and these with the names of the places were all you could say and have them mean anything. Abstract words such as glory, honor, courage, or hallow were obscene beside the concrete names of villages, the numbers of roads, the names of rivers, the numbers of regiments and the dates. Gino was a patriot, so he said things that separated us sometimes, but he was also a fine boy and I understood his being a patriot. He was born one.» (Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms)
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