Category Archives: CUNNING BAFFLING POWERFUL

“Did you think the lion was sleeping because he didn’t roar?” ― Friedrich Schiller, Die Verschwörung des Fiesco zu Genua

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Gnatola ma no kpon sia, eyenabe adelan to kpo mi sena. (Ewe-mina)
A moins ce que le lion ait son propre narrateur, le chasseur aura toujours la belle part de l’histoire. (French)

Until the lion has his or her own storyteller, the hunter will always have the best part of the story. 

 

When you’re speaking about the trolls, they’re standing in the entrance hall listening. (Swedish)

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To get the walkthrough, you have to take the sponge from Nanny Ogg’s pantry and stick it in the ear of the troll with the tutu, then take the lumps and put them in the pouch with the zombie’s razor.

(Terry Pratchett, alt.fan.pratchett)

http://www.au.lspace.org/books/pqf/alt-fan-pratchett.html

The crow wish’d every thing was black, the owl, that every thing was white. William Blake.

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1 1 1 1 1 1 The Queenslander (Brisbane, Qld. - 1866 - 1939), Thursday 8 December 1932

The Queenslander (Brisbane, Qld. : 1866 – 1939), Thursday 8 December 1932

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Boobook Owl

If they had been Roman, then someone would have

Died every night for months on end as the Boobook

Owl’s chime coursed through the evening like a late

Night telephone call’s bad news. Metronome regular,

The beat of its hoot shelled them relentlessly, enfilading

Their ears from the patch of remnant blue gums across

Waghorn Street. The book book of its mournful cry, as if

It was a trapped sailor in an air pocket of a capsized ship,

Beating a morse code tattoo with a leaden wrench. Inside

Its tree’s iron hull, the school ruler long bird received the

Suburb’s dying souls nightly, like an apprehensive mother

Drawing up her child’s medicine in a feather light syringe.

When he heard it, fear suckled their young son who forbade

The repetition of its summons & shrieked if he heard its call.

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Tihe old snake.charmer, once he played Soft music for the serpe ‘s ear, But now his cunning hand is stayed.

 The Kiama Independent, and Shoalhaven Advertiser

Dr Hake. 1876.

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A PIPE OF TOBACCO

Little tube of mighty power,
Charmer of an idle hour,
Object of my warm desire,
Lip of wax, and eye of fire;
And thy snowy taper waist,
With my finger gently braced;
And thy pretty swelling crest,
With my little stopper pressed,
And the sweetest bliss of blisses,
Breathing from they balmy kisses.
Happy thrice and thrice again,
Happiest he of happy men.

Who when again the night returns,
When again the taper burns;
When again the cricket’s gay
(Little cricket, full of play),
Can afford his tube to feed
With the fragrant Indian weed;
Pleasure for a nose divine,
Incense of the god of wine.
Happy thrice, and thrice again
Happiest he of happy men.

-Isaac Hawkins Browne (1736)

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Nishu Mathur, India
Poem
The Snake Charmer

The old wizened wrinkled snake charmer, with a red turban on his head,
A khaki  bag across his shoulders, a dhoti wrapped around his legs.

He traces his ancestors path, makes his way through dusty lanes,
Calling out through his flute, hoping to cast his spell again.

A coiled cobra wrapped in a basket… his livelihood he carries around,
No doubts, no fear, with his snake the snake charmer walks the town.

Curious chatter, a fascinated child yearns to see the snake rise,
Dancing to the charmer’s tune, a cobra or a viper mesmerized.

With the basket a distance away, the charmer sits crossed leg, his tune to play,
The snake slowly uncoils serpentine, moving to the flute,  it starts to sway.

A crowd gathers and like the snake, it stands entranced with widened eyes,
The cobra dancing to the flute …with it’s movement, hypnotized.

The snake raises it’s head and lunges forward with a menacing hiss,
The snake charmer unperturbed plays his flute, and gives death a miss.

Coins, notes, come the charmer’s way…sighs, cheer, clear and loud,
A prayer in humble gratitude, the snake charmed, so the crowd.

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To realize one’s personal legend is one’s only true obligation.” (Paulo Coelho)

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For subtle is her spell and change
And unawares in sorcery
Enmeshed they stand, while that still witch
Aloof, smiles half disdainfully.

Australia : poem by Dorothea Mackellar, 1945

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The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 – 1954), Saturday 11 April 1931

The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW - 1842 - 1954), Saturday 11 April 1931

No fox is foxier than man!”  ― Mehmet Murat ildan

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It ar’n’t that I loves the fox less, but that I loves the ‘ound more.

– R S Surtees

Suburban foxes are not simply tame towards men. They are also damn supercilious. One pads amongst the azaleas in our garden at night, staring through the lounge windows to watch the News at Ten.

Richard Gordon

Cunning tanuki; he preys upon my humble soul; I have no defence.

http://forums.totalwar.com/showthread.php/18059-Total-War-Shogun-2-quotes

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Sonnet CXLVIII

O me, what eyes hath Love put in my head,
Which have no correspondence with true sight!
Or, if they have, where is my judgment fled,
That censures falsely what they see aright?
If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote,
What means the world to say it is not so?
If it be not, then love doth well denote
Love’s eye is not so true as all men’s ‘No.’
How can it? O, how can Love’s eye be true,
That is so vex’d with watching and with tears?
No marvel then, though I mistake my view;
The sun itself sees not till heaven clears.
O cunning Love! with tears thou keep’st me blind,
Lest eyes well-seeing thy foul faults should find.

William Shakespeare

araignée du matin, chagrin, araignée du soir, espoir

seeing a spider in the morning brings bad luck, seeing a spider in the evening brings good luck (a commonly cited French superstition)

http://www.languagerealm.com/french/frenchproverbs.php

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Tenei ano a mutu, kei roto i tona whare-pungawerewere:

So evil intentions are hidden as a spider in his web.

To call war the soil of courage and virtue is like calling debauchery the soil of love.

German

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   One of the greatest artifices the devil uses to engage men in 
   vice and debauchery is to fasten names of contempt on certain 
   virtues and thus fill weak souls with a foolish fear of passing 
   for scrupulous should they desire to put them in practice. 

                                                              Pascal

 

 

Peace is the first thing the angels sang.

Leo The Great

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He’d been an angel once. He hadn’t meant to Fall. He’d just hung around with the wrong people.”

― Terry Pratchett, Good Omens

 

 

 

 

Fast as the hare runs, the greyhound outruns her, since he catches her.

SPANISH

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“Mad Hatter: Would you like a little more tea?
Alice: Well, I haven’t had any yet, so I can’t very well take more.
March Hare: Ah, you mean you can’t very well take less.
Mad Hatter: Yes. You can always take more than nothing.”

― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

“Stick ’em wiv arrers’. Stick ’em with knives. ‘an swords, and spears. Stick ’em quick and stick ’em where it ‘urts. But most of all, stick ’em when they’s looking in the other way.”

Gorduz Backstabber, Hobgoblin Chieftain

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“There was a goblin, or a trickster or a warrior. A nameless, terrible thing, soaked in the blood of a billion galaxies. The most feared being in all the cosmos. Nothing could stop it or hold it or reason with it. One day it would just drop out of the sky and tear down your world…”

― Steve Moffat