A man minus his dream
Is like free-falling in a black hole’s realm
A sleepless night catching up on sleep
An irky feeling, he never wants to keep… 82 more words
Ahhhh!!! Graphs! Runaway! Yeah I know, but bear with me for a second. This isn’t meant to be a quantitative post. This is meant so that we may comprehend the scale of a problem with public perception in economics that has largely gone ignored by the members of my field for too long. 644 more words
“Belief, that sacred faculty which prompts the decisions of our will, and knits into harmonious working all the compacted energies of our being, is ours not for ourselves, but for humanity…It is desecrated when given to unproved and unquestioned statements, for the solace and private pleasure of the believer; to add a tinsel splendour to the plain straight road of our life and display a bright mirage beyond it; or even to drown the common sorrows of our kind by a self-deception which allows them not only to cast down, but also to degrade us.” (Page 5, Paragraph 2) 258 more words
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Alexei Fyodorovich Karamazov was the third son of a landowner from our district, Fyodor Pavlovich Karamazov, well known in his own day (and still remembered among us) because of his dark and tragic death, which happened exactly thirteen years ago and which I shall speak of in its proper place.