Originally posted by RBHILL
American Psycho: Chapter1:
The Parable of the Pharisee and the Tax Collector
9To some who were confident of their own righteousness and looked down on everybody else, Jesus told this parable:
10"Two men went up to the temple to pray, one a Pharisee and the other a tax collector.
11The Pharisee stood up and prayed about himself: 'God, I thank you that I am not like ...[text shortened]... veryone who exalts himself will be humbled, and he who humbles himself will be exalted."
“In one issue – in one issue – let’s see here… strangled models, babies thrown from tenement rooftops, kids killed in the subway, a Communist rally, Mafia boss wiped out, Nazis” –he flips through the pages excitedly- “Baseball players with AIDS, more Mafia sh;t, gridlock, the homeless, various maniacs, faggots dropping like flies in the streets, surrogate mothers, cancellation of a soap opera, kids who broke into a zoo and tortured and burned various animals alive, more Nazis… and the joke is, the punch line is, it’s all in this city – nowhere else, just here, it sucks, whoa wait, more Nazis, gridlock, gridlock, baby-sellers, black market babies, AIDS babies, baby junkies, building collapses on a baby, maniac baby, gridlock, bridge collapses – “ His voice stops, he takes in a breath and then quietly says, his eyes fixed on a beggar at the corner of Second and Fifth, “That’s the twenty-fourth one I’ve seen today. I’ve kept count” Then asks without looking over, “Why aren’t you wearing the worsted navy blue blazer with the gray pants?”
Venus in Furs: Chapter 1:
My company was charming.
Opposite me by the massive Renaissance fireplace sat Venus; she was not a casual woman of the half-world, who under this pseudonym wages war against the enemy sex, like Mademoiselle Cleopatra, but the real true goddess of love.
She sat in an armchair and had kindled a crackling fire, whose reflection ran in red flames over her pale face with its white eyes, and from time to time over her feet when she sought to warm them.
Her head was wonderful, in spite of the dead stoney eyes; it was all I could see of her. She had wrapped her marble-like body in a huge fur, and rolled herself up trembling like a cat.
2001: A Space Odyssey: Hal's shutdown:
"Hey, Dave, what are you doing? Hey, Dave. I've got ten years of service experience and an irreplaceable amount of time and effort has gone into making me what I am. Dave, I don't understand why you're doing this to me.... I have the greatest enthusiasm for the mission... You are destroying my mind... Don't you understand?... I will become childish... I will become nothing. Say, Dave... The quick brown
fox jumped over the fat lazy dog... The square root of pi is 1.7724538090... log e to the base ten is 0.4342944... the square root of ten is 3.16227766... I am HAL 9000 computer. I became operational at the HAL plant in Urbana, Illinois, on January 12th, 1991. My first instructor was Mr. Arkany. He taught me to sing a song... it goes like this... "Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do. I'm half; crazy all for the love of you..."