ABSTRACT THOUGHTS in a blue room; Nominative, genitive, etative, accusative one, accusative two, ablative, partitive, illative, instructive, abessive, adessive, inessive, essive, allative, translative, comitative. Sixteen cases of the Finnish noun. Odd, some languages get by with only singular and plural. The American Indian languages even failed to distinguish number. Except Sioux, in which there was a plural only for animate objects. The blue room was round and warm and smooth. No way to say warm in French. There was only hot and tepid If there's no word for it, how do you think about it? And, if there isn't the proper form, you don't have the how even if you have the words. Imagine, in Spanish having to assign a sex to every object: dog, table, tree, can-opener. Imagine, in Hungarian, not being able to assign a sex to anything: he, she, it all the same word. Thou art my friend, but you are my king; thus the distinctions of Elizabeth the First's English. But with some oriental languages, which all but dispense with gender and number, you are my friend, you are my parent, and YOU are my priest, and YOU are my king, and YOU are my servant, and YOU are my servant whom I'm going to fire tomorrow if YOU don't watch it, and YOU are my king whose policies I totally disagree with and have sawdust in YOUR head instead of brains, YOUR highness, and YOU may be my friend, but I'm still gonna smack YOU up side the head if YOU ever say that to me again;
And who the hell are you anyway . . .?
And who the hell are you anyway . . .?
And on the worlds of five galaxies, now, people delve your imagery and meaning for the answers to the riddles of language, love, and isolation. The three words jumped his sentence like vagabonds on a boxcar.
An individual, a thing apart from its environment, and apart from all things in that environment; an individual was a type of thing for which symbols were inadequate, and so names were invented . I am invented. I am not a round warm blue room. I am someone in that room; I am
Appreciation is not a warm feeling, Rydra realized, but cool, and makes your back relax at the same time that you smile.
Do they have this word, I? As a matter of fact they have three forms of it: I-below-a-temperature-of-six-degrees-centigrade, I-between-six-and-ninety-three-degrees-centigrade, and I-above-ninety-three. The Butcher looked confused. It has to do with their reproductive process, Rydra explained. When the temperature is below six degrees theyre sterile. They can only conceive when the temperature is between six and ninety-three, but to actually give birth, they have to be above ninety-three.
Do you follow the wrestling? Most people think it's illegal, but you can watch it there. Ruby and Python are on display this evening.
Growing older I descend November. The asymptotic cycle of the year plummets to now. In crystal reveries I pass beneath a fixed white line of trees where dry leaves lie for footsteps to dismember. They crackle with a muted sound like fear. That and the wind are all that I can hear. I ask cold air, What is the word that frees? The wind says, Change, and the white sun, Remember. from Electra
He stopped, because he wasnt sure what Cryptography had established, and because he needed another moment to haul himself down from the ledges of her high cheekbones, to retreat from the caves of her eyes.
I pass beneath a fixed white line of trees where dry leaves lie for footsteps to dismember. They crackle with a muted sound like fear. That and the wind are all that I can hear. I ask cold air, What is the word that frees? The wind says, Change, and the white sun, Remember.
Its easy to repeat; its hard to speak,
Mollya suddenly floated back from the wall with an expression of recognition and brought her hands together. She blurted something in Kiswahili, and Rydra laughed. Thats right, she said. To Rons and Callis bewilderment she translated: Theyll move toward each other and their pathsll intersect. Callis eyes widened. Thats right, at exactly a quarter of the way around our orbit, they should have flattened out to a circular plane.
Neurotics proceed with delusions of grandeur. Napoleon Bonaparte take the lead. Jesus Christ bring up the rear.
Neurotics, proceed with delusions of grandeur. Napoleon Bonaparte, take the lead. Jesus Christ, bring up the rear. Simulate severe depression. Non-communicative with repressed hostility.
She cut through worlds, and joined themthats the important partso that both became bigger.
Silver latticed with red fire glimmered through industrial smog. Three figures formed: the womens sequined skeletons glittered toward them, casting hollow eyes. Kittens clawed the Customs Officers back, for strut work pylons gleamed behind the apparitional bellies. The faces, he whispered. As soon as you look away, you cant remember what they look like. When you look at them, they look like people, but when you look away He caught his breath as another passed. You cant remember ! He stared after them. Dead?
Sometimes you want to say things, and you're missing an idea to make them with, and missing a word to make the idea with. In the beginning was the word. That's how somebody tried to explain it once. Until something is named, it doesn't exist.
there are two types of codes, ciphers, and true codes. In the first, letters, or symbols that stand for letters, are shuffled and juggled according to a pattern. In the second, letters, words, or groups of words are replaced by other letters, symbols, or words. A code can be one type or the other, or a combination. But both have this in common: once you find the key, you just plug it in and out come logical sentences. A language, however, has its own internal logic, its own grammar, its own way of putting thoughts together with words that span various spectra of meaning. There is no key you can plug in to unlock the exact meaning. At best you can get a close approximation.
the rhythm which was barely intricate to most ears in the commons was to him painful because it was timed to the processes of his body, to jar and strike against them and she was surprised he had held up this long. All right, Cord, to be lord of this black barrack, Tariks, you need more than jackal lore, or a belly full of murder and jelly knees. Open your mouth and your hands. To understand power, use your wit, please. Ambition like a liquid ruby stains your brain, birthed in the cervixed will to kill, swung in the arc of deaths again, you name yourself victim each time you fill with swill the skulls cup lipping murder. It predicts your fingers movement toward the blade long laid against the leather sheath cord-fixed to pick the plan your paling fingers made; you stayed in safety, missing worlds of wonder, under the lithe hiss of the personafix inflicting false memories to make them blunder while thunder cracks the change of Tarik. You stick pins in peaches, place your strange blade, ranged with a grooved tooth, while the long and strong lines of my meaning make your mind change from fulgent to frangent. Now you hear the wrong cord-song, to instruct you. Assassin, pass in
Well, most textbooks say language is a mechanism for expressing thought. But language is thought. Thought is information given form. The form is language.
We raised them in, oh, such a carefully controlled nutrient environment, speeding the growth rate by hormones and other things. But the beauty of it was the experiential imprinting. Gorgeously healthy creatures; you have no idea how much care they received. I once spent a summer on a cattle farm, Rydra said shortly. The
When hes connected up to your nervous system, youll be able to make him whistle, hiss, roar, flap his wings, and spit sparks, though it may take a few days to assimilate him into your body picture. Dont be surprised if at first he just burps and looks seasick. Take your shirt off, please.
You know the way some Orientals confuse the sounds of R and L when they speak a Western language? Thats because R and L in many Eastern languages are allophones, that is, considered the same sound, written and even heard the samejust like the th at the beginning of they and at the beginning of theater. Whats different about the sound of theater and they? Say them again and listen. Ones voiced and the others unvoiced, theyre as distinct as V and F; only theyre allophonesat least in British English; so Britishers are used to hearing them as though they were the same phoneme.
You know what I do? I listen to other people, stumbling about with their half thoughts and half sentences and their clumsy feelings that they cant expressand it hurts me. So I go home and burnish it and polish it and weld it to a rhythmic frame, make the dull colors gleam, mute the garish artificiality to pastels, so it doesnt hurt anymore: thats my poem.
You know what I do? I listen to other people, stumbling about with their half thoughts and half sentences and their clumsy feelings that they can't express, and it hurts me. So I go home and burnish it and polish it and weld it to a rhythmic frame, make the dull colors gleam, mute the garish artificiality to pastels, so it doesn't hurt any more: that's my poem. I know what they want to say, and I say it for them.
You know what I do? I listen to other people, stumbling about with their half thoughts and half sentences and their clumsy feelings that they cant expressand it hurts me. So I go home and burnish it and polish it and weld it to a rhythmic frame, make the dull colors gleam, mute the garish artificiality to pastels, so it doesnt hurt anymore: thats my poem. I know what they want to say, and I say it for them.
Youre Transport. She shrugged. Im neither. But even so, I was tripled. I know about that. Customs dont triple, he said. Two guys and myself. If I ever do it again itll be with a girl and a guy. For me that would be easier,