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'Of all the places in the world where God in His infinite wisdom decided to put oil, Russia seemed one of the more civilised regions compared to the rogues' gallery they were dealing with in Gaddafi and Saddam Hussein,' said the Western intermediary. 'Up against that crew, Alexei Miller looked like a schoolboy.'

"Det viktiga är att allt man hävdar är faktabaserat och inte en så kallad killgissning som vi säger på svenska. Har ni det uttrycket på franska, killgissning?"
Simone log förbindligt för att dölja sin sarkastiska känsla.
"Inte än. Men det är bara en tidsfråga. Det som finns i Sverige kommer snart även till oss."

unge radikale

når vi diskuterer religion i offentlig sted som kafé restaurant banen, til og med marco senker stemmen og ser seg over skuldra for han sier om de goraene [norsk/hvit] her hører for mye, brått sian vinner stortingsvalget

Bare en intellektuell som har tatt en overdose abstraksjon, kan være tykkskallet nok til å innbille seg at alt som bryter med en norm, er politisk radikalt.

Med «postmoderne» mener jeg grovt sett den tankestrømningen som avviser at det finnes totale størrelser, universelle verdier, store historiske fortellinger, solid grunnlag for menneskets eksistens og mulighet for objektiv viten. Postmodernismen er skeptisk til sannhet, enhet og fremskritt, står i opposisjon til det den anser som elitisme i kulturen, har en tilbøyelighet til kulturrelativisme og hyller pluralisme, diskontinuitet og heterogenitet.

In February [1997], they were lined up to receive a Lifetime Achievement Award at the BRITs. Pulp's Jarvis Cocker was set to present them with the award, but Barry [Gibb] asked for someone else, since Jarvis had wiggled his bum for the cameras when Michael Jackson performed an overwrought ‘Earth Song’ at the BRITs two years earlier.

Robin [Gibb] was confident enough to give this as his parting shot in 1973: ‘England is now far behind the rest of the world's music scene.’ Take that, Aladdin Sane.

Men som vår venn Nils pleide å si: Hva er vel 30 års mislykket ekteskap i et langt liv.

Jeg går inn på et toalett og låser døren, stiller meg foran vasken og nikker takknemlig til speilbildet. Utover at ansiktet er maskulint ustelt og håret av en varsom, nypult karakter, noe som for øvrig er misvisende, men profitabelt, er antrekket avslappet og valget av tekstil og farger uten videre eklatant.

Suzanne er Annas intellektuelle alibi. Fra samme strøk, men aldri en del av gjengen. Da Anna og venninnene begynte å drikke og suge pikk satt Suzanne hjemme og leste Jane Austen.

“This is an unreal place,” [Abraham] Pais wrote in his diary in February 1948. “Bohr comes into my office to talk, I look out the window and see Einstein walking home with his assistant. Two offices away sits Dirac. Downstairs sits Oppenheimer....” It [Institute of Advanced Study, Princeton] was a concentration of scientific talent like no other in the world... except, of course, Los Alamos.

«Kræbs er meget fülsomme», har Keiseren sagt. «De schammer sich düpt når de blir kokt. Det kan man se på rødmen.»

Because his legs were all gone to hell he disported himself about town by means of two second-hand crutches. These exertions caused him to sweat and smell a fair amount, enough, at any rate, to earn him the nickname of Mobile Armpit.

I had a bedsit on the Warwick Road in Earl’s Court and Marc [Almond] had one on the next floor up, and Madonna needed somewhere to stay, so she crashed at Marc’s bedsit and we used to have breakfast together every morning. She was great—she was just like us. She used to come up to Some Bizzare all the time when she was in London, because Warners was just around the corner. [Jane Rolink]

We felt Rough Trade were becoming a different kind of thing and great as they were, it was starting to feel a bit alien to us all. It was all very West London—Scritti Politti, The Raincoats, that kind of thing—and we were electronic and a bit different. And, apart from The Fall, we were the only weird Northern band on the label. Mark E. Smith was like, 'What do you mean everybody has fucking lentils for lunch?' [Stephen ' Mal' Malinder, Cabaret Voltaire]