The Wise Man's Fear

Patrick Rothfuss

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parah078 мая 2012 г.
Most secrets are secrets of the mouth. Gossip shared and small scandals whispered. These secrets long to be let loose upon the world. A secret of the mouth is like a stone in your boot. At first you’re barely aware of it. Then it grows irritating, then intolerable. Secrets of the mouth grow larger the longer you keep them, swelling until they press against your lips. They fight to be let free.
Secrets of the heart are different. They are private and painful, and we want nothing more than to hide them from the world. They do not swell and press against the mouth. They live in the heart, and the longer they are kept, the heavier they become.
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parah072 мая 2012 г.
The cost of a loaf is a simple thing, and so a loaf is often sought...
... but some things are past valuing: laughter, land, and love are never bought.
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parah072 мая 2012 г.
But the pride is the luxury of strong.
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parah072 мая 2012 г.
Graciousness is the luxury of the wise
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parah072 мая 2012 г.
I walked across the polished marble floor and sat on a red velvet lounging couch. I idly wondered how exactly one was supposed to lounge. I couldn’t remember ever doing it myself. After a moment’s consideration, I decided lounging was probably similar to relaxing, but with more money in your pocket.
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parah0728 апреля 2012 г.
“Even if you are clever and have a way with words, you are doomed in this. Because while your mouths might speak the same language, your hearts do not.”
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parah0728 апреля 2012 г.
“I don’t know if I could explain music without using it, but that’s beside the point. That’s not explanation, it’s translation.”
Elodin’s face lit up. “That’s it exactly!” he said. “Translation. All explicit knowledge is translated knowledge, and all translation is imperfect.”
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parah0728 апреля 2012 г.
“What were you doing on top of things.” She paused and gave a tiny hiccuping laugh. “All crazy and mostly nekkid?”
My heart began to thaw a bit. “I was looking for a place to put my blood,” I said.
“Most people keep that inside,” she said. “It’s easier.”
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parah0728 апреля 2012 г.
“I’m nervous as a new whore,” I said. “Just give me a moment.”
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parah0728 апреля 2012 г.
I played hard as a hailstorm, like a hammer beating brass. I played soft as sun on autumn wheat, gentle as a single stirring leaf. Before long, my breath began to catch from the strain of it.
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