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Obscenity is a moral concept in the verbal arsenal of the establishment, which abuses the term by applying it, not to expressions of its own morality but to those of another.
The Masked Man's son,
The cost of oblivius daydreaming was always this moment of return, the realigment with what had been before and now seemed a little worse.
Her reverie, once rich in plausible details, had become a passing silliness before the hard mass of the actual.
It was difficult to come back.
In laboring to be concise, I become obscure.
[Lat., Brevis esse laboro, obscurus fio.]
Suspected and Denounced enemy of the Republic, Aristocrat, one of a family of tyrants, one of a race proscribed, for that they had used their abolished privileges to the infamous oppression of the people. Charles Evremonde, called Darnay, in right of such proscription, absolutely Dead in Law.
anonymous mystery
To achieve its New World Order plans, the Omega Agency needed people who could make use of their primordial instincts, who wouldn't question the morality of orders and who would kill without hesitation. Operatives of that caliber were priceless.
The next name on the list is Ed Valiantbrue, which doesn't have an O in it anyway."
"O!" Sunny shrieked.
"O!" Klaus agreed.
"O!" Sunny insisted.
"Oh!" Klaus cried. "I see what you mean! If it doesn't have am O in it, it can't be an anagram of Violet Baudelaire.
The idiot who praises, with enthusiastic tone, All centuries but this, and every country but his own.
Agatha Christie n. A silent, putrid fart committed by someone in this very room, and only one person knows whodunnit.
I have been asked whether I wish to nominate a successor, an inheritor, a dauphin or delfino. I have decided to name Christopher Hitchens.
I'm the thing that the ISI fears the most. The spy who becomes a traitor willingly and embraces everything he's been trained to destroy.
I am the Empire at the end of the decadence.
Who gives an empire, by the gift defeats All end of giving; and procures contempt Instead of gratitude.
I didn't leave that crowd of ocelots to go back into it." [when asked to write the film script for The Osterman Weekend]
I'm the king of the 20th century. I'm the boogeyman, the villian, the black sheep of the family.
incurable lover of the grotesque
The mastermind, the man with the plan
OPHELIA: Still better, and worse.
Ometimes the King is a Woman.
The thriller is the cardinal twentieth-century form. All it, like the twentieth century, wants to know is: Who's Guilty?
What but a pestilential vapour can hover over society when its chief director is only instructed in the invention of crimes, or the stupid routine of childish ceremonies?
The repentant, run-to-seed ultra-Leftists who have converted to humanitarianism, artificial inseminators of the widow and the orphan, themselves orphans of reality and malades imaginaires of politics, premature ejaculators of posthistory and hyperchondriacs of the dead body of ideology and morality.
I am thankful that my name in obnoxious to no pun.
Assassins and presidents invite the same basic question: Just who do you think you are?
In 'The Secret Agent,' it's basically a character that was admired by Theodore Kaczynski, which is some fan mail you don't really want to open. This is a man who is a chemist and who specializes in making bombs and despises humanity.
I am the O'Malley and I will not take your shit.
The Empire is the institution, the codification, of derangement; it is insane and imposes its insanity on us by violence, since its nature is a violent one.
Ignominious grave, and I the cause! A thousand times
You're going to obliterate me aren't you?
Paranoia, the destroyer.
A man who is half an idiot, but who keeps a sharp lookout and acts prudently all his life, often enjoys the pleasure of triumphing over men of more imagination than he
Obtuseness was its own defense
A man in power, once becoming obnoxious, his acts, good or bad, will work out his ruin.
IMPOSTOR n. A rival aspirant to public honors.
Who combats with a brother, wounds himself.
A man of the utmost insignificance.
My oblivion is a very Antony and I am all forgotten.
The Mad Scene. Enter Ophelia!
I am always wandering around in enigmas. There are young people who constantly come to tell me: you, too, are making Op Art. I haven't the slightest idea what that is, Op Art. I've been doing this work for thirty years now.
An excellent man; he has no enemies; and none of his friends like him.
Ox, what occupation is most closely linked to insanity?'
'Emperor,' I said promptly.
I am the assasin of my dreams.
Anarchy, the absence of a master, of a sovereign.
Inflict the least possible permanent injury, for the enemy of to-day is the customer of the morrow and the ally of the future
Alfred," Merryweather said. "OIPEP is the only organization of its kind in the world, with practically unlimited resources and an intelligence network that spans every country in the planet. We shall do what any powerful, multinational bureaucracy would do in such a crisis. We shall hold a meeting!
I am an anarchist! Wherefore I will not rule and also ruled I will not be.
Time has a doomsday book, upon whose pages he is continually recording illustrious names. But as often as a new name is written there, an old one disappears. Only a few stand in illuminated characters never to be effaced.
am a cipher under a shadow,
Idol of idiot-worshippers!
(H)ope was like a backstabbing friend. You could trust it sometimes, and then it would turn and drive its blade deep.
The universal subjugator, the commonplace.
Obstinacy is ever most positive when it is most in the wrong.
O honorable strumpet
Om is the bow, the arrow is soul,
The brazen throat of war.
The pronoun is one of the most terrifying masks man has invented.
President of the Society for Creative Anachronisms.
Among the several cloudy appellatives which have been commonly employed as cloaks for misgovernment, there is none more conspicuous in this atmosphere of illusion than the word Order.
Diogo and the other OPA irregulars had breached a high-value research station, faced down one of the most powerful and evil corporations in a history of power and evil. And now they were making music from the screams of the dying.
Decus et pretium recte petit experiens vir.
The man who makes the attempt justly aims at honour and reward.
That which has quelled me, lives with me, Accomplice in catastrophe.
We who have witnessed the obscenity of war and experienced its horror and terrible consequences have an obligation to rise above our pain and suffering and turn the tragedy of our lives into a triumph.
Who is sitting in that empty chair?
Orientation, the big O in the OODA loop, is the schwerpunkt.
The phantom-host has faded quite, Splendor and Terror gone
Portent or promise
and gives way To pale, meek Dawn.
The orator is the mouth (os) of a nation.
I'm the heir apparent to the heir presumptive.
Translated 'Non omnia possumus omnus' as 'No possums allowed on the omnibus.
A government official is a man who has risen from obscurity to something worse.
I'm not abnegation, I'm not dauntless, I am Divergent
My name's Jean Tannen, and I'm the ambush.
You learnt a great deal, Louisa, and so did your brother. Ologies of all kinds from morning to night. If there is any Ology left, of any description, that has not been worn to rags in this house, all I can say is, I hope I shall never hear its name
O sleep! ridiculous mystery which makes faces appear so grotesque, you are the revealer of human ugliness. You uncover all shortcomings, all deformities and all defects. You turn every face touched by you into a caricature.
Accordion, n. An instrument in harmony with the sentiments of an assassin.
American Sniper,
Remote and ineffectual don.
There is no little enemy
Ove lays bare your soul.
Agents of disruption, subversion, sabotage and disinformation tunnelers and smugglers, listeners and forgers, trainers and recruiters and talent spotters and couriers and watchers and seducers, assassins and balloonists, lip readers and disguise artists.
I am a collector of hopes and peregrine truths, a shepherd of thoughts, ideas, projects and dreams too important not to be realized. I'm an abstract concept that has no body, no smell, no boundaries, no shape and no color. I am the omnilogos.
I pursue no intentions, no directions; I have no program, no style and no mission.
Who are you?"
Ethan Nakamura. I have to kill you." ??
To capture the human cost of fallen empire with all its horror and absurdity, Sheets offers the right combination: the political insight of a top reporter and the power of a novelist.
The Jew is at once alienated and indestructible; he is in exile from his own country and in exile even from himself, yet he survives the annihilating fury of history.
The man who is roused neither by glory nor by danger it is in vain to exhort; terror closes the ears of the mind.
[Lat., Quem neque gloria neque pericula excitant, nequidquam hortere; timor animi auribus officit.]
What--has O-Tar seen an ulsio and fainted?" demanded I-Gos with broad sarcasm.
"Men have died for less than that, ancient one," E-Thas reminded him.
"I am safe," retorted I-Gos, "for I am not a brave and popular son of the jeddak of Manator.
O world, world! thus is the poor agent despised. O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a-work, and how ill requited! Why should our endeavor be so loved, and the performance so loathed?
To rob, to ravage, to murder, in their imposing language, are the arts of civil policy. When they have made the world a solitude, they call it peace.
[Lat., Auferre, trucidare, rapere, falsis nominibus imperium, atque, ubi solitudinem faciunt, pacem appellant.]
My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Assaile who will, the valiant attends.
The hideous god of war.
Dead.
Even in the silence of my mind I cannot think the word. I cannot acknowledge this most obvious and terrible of truths.
Do you have a different name for killing when you wear a unifiorm to do it?
young gentleman with whom she's been osculating on
O be some other name.
What are you Barrons?"
"The one who will never let you die, and that's more, Ms Lane, than anyone in your life has been able to say to you. More than anyone else can do
The novelist loses, every time. Politics is insidious, the modern conduct of war (from shoulder-launched rockets to drone strikes) is insidious. Someone presses a button in California and twenty people are incinerated at a wedding in Pakistan. The killer is spared the sight of the corpses.
OBSTINATE, adj. Inaccessible to the truth as it is manifest in the splendor and stress of our advocacy.
Whoever today speaks of human existence in terms of power, efficiency, and historical tasks is an actual or potential assassin.