Saturday, December 27, 2008 11:47 AM
Hathach went back and reported to Esther what Mrodecai had said. Then she instructed him to say to Mordecai, 'All the king's officials and the people of the royal provinces know that for any man or woman who approachesteh king in the inner court without being summoned the king has but one law: that he be put to death. The only exception to this is for the king to extend the gold scepter to him and spare his life. But thirty days have passed since I was called to go to the king."
When Esther's words were reported to Mordecai, he sent back this answer: "Do not think that because you are in the king's house you are alone of all the Jews will escape. For if you remain silent at this time, relief and deliverance for the Jews will arise from another place, but you and your father's family will perish. And who knows but that you have come to royal position for such a time as this?"
Then Esther sent this reply to Mordecai: "Go, gather togetherall the Jews who are in Susa, and fast for me. Do not eat or drink for three days, night or day. I and my maids will fast as you do. When this is done, I will go to the king, even though it is against the law. And if I perish, I perish."
Esther 4: 9 to 4: 16
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Saturday, December 20, 2008 11:25 PM
I lost my voice. Hurray!
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Wednesday, December 10, 2008 8:20 PM
"If I die tomorrow, I just want to let you know that I really like you."
Sigh... what a great thing to say. It makes everyone think that you like them.
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Tuesday, December 09, 2008 7:11 AM
It is the custom on the stage, in all good murderous melodramas, to present the tragic and the comic scenes, in as regular alternation, as the layers of red and white in a side of streaky bacon. The hero sinks upon his straw bed, weighed down by fetters and misfortunes; in the nest scene, his faithful but unconscious squire regales the audience with a comic song. We behold, with throbbing bosoms, the heroine in the grasp of a proud and ruthless baran: her virtue and her life alike in danger; drawing forth her dagger to preserve the one at the cost of the other and just as our expectations are wrought up to the highest pitch, a whistle is heard and we are straightway transported to the greathall of the castle: where a grey-headed seneschal sings a funny chorus with a funnier body of vassals, who are free of al sorts of places, from church vaults to palaces, and roam about in company,arolling perpetually.
Such changes appear absurd; but they are not so unnatural as they would seem at first sight.The transitions in real lifefrom well-spread boards to death-beds, and from mourning weeds to holiday garments, are not a whit lessstartlingl only, there, we are busy actors, instead of passive looker-on, which makes a vast difference. Tge actors in the mimic life of the theatre, are blind to violent transitions and abrupt impulses of passion or feeling, which, presented before the eyes of mere spectators, are at once condemned as outrageous and preposterous.
As sudden shiftings of the scene, and rapid changes of time and place, are not only sanctioned in books by long usage, but are by considered as the great art of authorship: an author's skill in his craft being, by such critics, chiefly estimated with relation to the dilemmas in this brief introduction to the present one may perhaps be deemed unnecessary. If so, let it be considered a delicate intimation on the part of the historian that he is going back to the town in which Oliver Twist was born; the reader taking it for granted that there are good and substantial reasons for making this journey, or he would not be invited to proceed upon such an expedition.
Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens
Dickens is truly a genius.
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Wednesday, December 03, 2008 8:32 PM
Something wondrous happened during prom but I am not going to tell you what. It doesn't concern me. Neither does it concern you. But the thing is, this thing that happened really affected me greatly. I am now injected with new hopes. The gush of adrenaline is rushing through my blood stream getting my all hyped up.
Pray. They say that we must always pray. And I shall pray. I shall always pray. Despite setbacks, I know that as long as I pray, it will be alright. As long as I have faith, it will be alright. As long as I trust, it will be alright.
It is quite funny you know. Ranting away here in virtual space. Technically... oh nevermind.
Yup, so something great happened on prom night and I am thankful for that thing to happen.
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