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niedziela, 6 grudnia 2015

Samotność

Vanessa Ives: I think, Mr. Gray, there are, um, tremors around us. Like the vibrations of a note of music... hidden music. Some might be more attuned to them than others. What do those people do, those who have been chosen?

Dorian Grey: They endure uniqueness.

Vanessa Ives: (Chuckles) To be alien. To be disenfranchised from those around you. Is that not a dreadful curse?

Dorian Grey: To be different. To be powerful. Is that not a divine gift?

Vanessa Ives: To be alone.

Dorian Grey: To be seeking.

Vanessa Ives: What?

Dorian Grey: Another.

Vanessa Ives: Like you.

Dorian Grey: Who shares your rarity.

Vanessa Ives: Then you are no longer unique.

Dorian Grey: Nor are you alone.

Vanessa Ives i Dorian Grey
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Penny Dreadful, "What Death Can Join Together", Directed by Coky Giedroyc, 2014

środa, 7 maja 2014

Przerażająca dysjunkcja

Istnieją tylko dwie możliwości: albo jesteśmy sami we Wszechświecie, albo nie. Obie są równie przerażające.

Two possibilities exist: Either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.

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Arthur C. Clarke, as quoted in "Visions: How Science Will Revolutionize the Twenty-First Century" (1999) by Michio Kaku, p. 295

środa, 17 października 2007

The Colour Out of Space

When they looked back toward the valley and the distant Gardner place at the bottom they saw a fearsome sight. At the farm was shining with the hideous unknown blend of colour; trees, buildings, and even such grass and herbage as had not been wholly changed to lethal grey brittleness. The boughs were all straining skyward, tipped with tongues of foul flame, and lambent tricklings of the same monstrous fire were creeping about the ridgepoles of the house, barn and sheds. It was a scene from a vision of Fuseli, and over all the rest reigned that riot of luminous amorphousness, that alien and undimensioned rainbow of cryptic poison from the well - seething, feeling, lapping, reaching, scintillating, straining, and malignly bubbling in its cosmic and unrecognizable chromaticism.

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"The Colour Out of Space" w "The Call of Cthulhu and Other Weird Stories" (Penguin Classics), H. P. Lovecraft, s. 195-196