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  • HappySlice shared from The Meditations (Translated, Annotated) by Marcus Aurelius
    A man misbehaves himself towards me; what is that to me? The action is his, and the disposition that led him to it is his, and therefore let him look to it. As for me, I am in the condition the universal nature assigns me, and am doing what my own nature assigns me.
  • HappySlice shared from The Meditations (Translated, Annotated) by Marcus Aurelius
    no man can lose any other life than that which he now lives, neither is he possessed of any other than that which he loses. Whence it follows that the longest life, as we commonly speak, and the shortest, come all to the same reckoning. For the present is of the same duration everywhere. Everybody's loss, therefore, is of the same bigness,
  • HappySlice shared from "Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman!": Adventures of a Curious Character: Adventures of a Curious Character by Richard P. Feynman, Ralph Leighton
    I understood at last what art is really for, at least in certain respects. It gives somebody, individually, pleasure. You can make something that somebody likes so much that they’re depressed, or they’re happy, on account of that damn thing you made! In science, it’s sort of general and large: You don’t know the individuals who have appreciated it directly. I
  • HappySlice shared from Snow Crash by Neal Stephenson
    When Hiro learned how to do this, way back fifteen years ago, a hacker could sit down and write an entire piece of software by himself. Now, that's no longer possible. Software comes out of factories, and hackers are, to a greater or lesser extent, assembly-line workers. Worse yet, they may become managers who never get to write any code themselves.
    Note: Truth
  • HappySlice shared from Snow Crash by Neal Stephenson
    By drawing a slightly different image in front of each eye, the image can be made three-dimensional. By changing the image seventy-two times a second, it can be made to move. By drawing the moving three-dimensional image at a resolution of 2K pixels on a side, it can be as sharp as the eye can perceive, and by pumping stereo digital sound through the little earphones, the moving 3-D pictures can have a perfectly realistic soundtrack.
    Note: oculus
  • HappySlice shared from Snow Crash by Neal Stephenson
    Note: oculus
  • HappySlice shared from The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn Tom Sawyer's Comrade by Mark Twain
    I never see such a nigger. If he got a notion in his head once, there warn't no getting it out again. He was the most down on Solomon of any nigger I ever see. So I went to talking about other kings, and let Solomon slide.
    Note: Good lord -- and Huck is his pal.
  • HappySlice shared from A Dance with Dragons (A Song of Ice and Fire, Book 5) by George R. R. Martin
    Tommen burbled about the exploits of his kittens, whilst feeding them morsels of pike off his own royal plate. “The bad cat was outside my window last night,” he informed Kevan at one point, “but Ser Pounce hissed at him and he ran off across the roofs.”
  • HappySlice shared from A Dance with Dragons (A Song of Ice and Fire, Book 5) by George R. R. Martin
    “Never that,” said Brown Ben, “but it’s not all about the coin, Your High-and-Mightiness. I learned that a long time back, at my first battle. Morning after the fight, I was rooting through the dead, looking for the odd bit o’ plunder, as it were. Came upon this one corpse, some axeman had taken his whole arm off at the shoulder. He was covered with flies, all crusty with dried blood, might be why no one else had touched him, but under them he wore this studded jerkin, looked to be good leather. I figured it might fit me well enough, so I chased away the flies and cut it off him. The...
  • HappySlice shared from A Dance with Dragons (A Song of Ice and Fire, Book 5) by George R. R. Martin
    “Never that,” said Brown Ben, “but it’s not all about the coin, Your High-and-Mightiness. I learned that a long time back, at my first battle. Morning after the fight, I was rooting through the dead, looking for the odd bit o’ plunder, as it were. Came upon this one corpse, some axeman had taken his whole arm off at the shoulder. He was covered with flies, all crusty with dried blood, might be why no one else had touched him, but under them he wore this studded jerkin, looked to be good leather. I figured it might fit me well enough, so I chased away the flies and cut it off him. The...
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