“The ancient Greeks did respect old age, but they got old in their late 20s.”
“A mentally unstable racist clown with conman skills (mostly just lying) eviscerated the Republican primary field and won the presidency. He keeps doing crazy, impulsive racist stuff. But for some reason, the economy is going well, jobs are looking good, North Korea blinked, ISIS is on the ropes, and the Supreme Court got a qualified judge. It was mostly luck.”
“Instead of undercutting science, the new tactic is to be pro-science rhetorically, but to constrain and delimit. Accept the idea of scientific reality, but simply demand it conform to your own preferences…”
The most common one is when the candidate is asked why they’d like to work for TransferWise… “People usually say it’s because they’re passionate about money transfer,” Peiris says. “And I say, ‘OK, that’s not true. What’s the real reason? Because I’m not passionate about money transfers, and neither are the founders, and neither is anyone else here.”
“The whole act had seemed to me a minor manifestation of the great overriding, and indeed only, ideology of modern Britain, namely militant vulgarity, that is to say not vulgarity that is spontaneous, but vulgarity that is deliberate, planned, and evangelical in its fervor.
Is authentic uncouthness better or worse than the assumed variety?”
“He eats terrible food, because he goes on Yelp and believes a bunch of gentiles that never ate food in their life.”
“The outrage that greeted the Mossack Fonseca revelations (actually, rather few so far) seems to me to partake more of joyous spite and hatred of the rich than of any real desire to improve the world, the latter being a much weaker emotion than the former. If the rich could be deprived of their wealth, even if no one else benefited thereby, I think many people would want it.”
“The Rev. Jean-Maryce Mbemba-Moussosso, a Bantu and the parish priest in Enyellé, didn’t mask his surprise when Bokodi entered his office with a Western reporter.
‘You’re a Pygmy?’ the Catholic priest asked Bokodi, staring at his clean button-down shirt and slacks.
‘I’m an indigenous person,’ Bokodi said quietly.
‘You mean a Pygmy?’
‘An indigenous person,’ he repeated.
‘You’re a Pygmy and you speak French?’
Bokodi’s jaw clenched, but his voice remained timid. ‘Yes.’
The priest’s eyes then dropped to Bokodi’s hand.
‘A Pygmy with a telephone?’
Finally, Bokodi exploded. ‘What do you mean by that question?’
The priest rolled his eyes and changed the subject.
No matter how hard he struggles, it seems, Bokodi will never be accepted as the Bantus’ equal. But that doesn’t stop him from trying.”
“Biology keeps culture on a leash, and you can get to the end of the leash.”