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For those who like a bit of order in their Chaos.

Fair warning: if you expect this thread to be work-safe... it's not for you.

Enough smarm already. Let's put the FUN in FUNerals!

"YOU SHALL NOT PASS!"

"You cannot pass," he said. The orcs stood still, and a dead silence fell. "I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the flame of Anor. You cannot pass. The dark fire will not avail you, flame of Udûn. Go back to the Shadow! You cannot pass."

"You will hear for all eternity the cries of those you have abandoned, Bobbin Threadbare. You will always know that you have left them under my rule!"

"The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is done is that which shall be done: and there is no new thing under the sun."

"Make it new."

"I returned, and saw under the sun, that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favor to men of skill; but time and chance happens to them all."

"I shall be at Aqaba. That is written--in here."

"I am the Doctor, and I name you the BONELESS!"

'"Estarriol," he said, "my name is Ged."'

"Your pious meddling has foiled my dream of an eternal empire, bound together under One Rule... MINE!”

"You can't go home again."

"But we can come back, can't we?"

"You and any others who wish to come."

"Who feareth the point of my spear shall never pass through the fire!"

"The Lensman novel was left unfinished; there was to have been at least a seventh volume. As always, Doc had worked it out in great detail but never (so far as I know) wrote it down ... because it was unpublishable -- then. But he told me the ending, orally and in private.

"I shan't repeat it; it is not my story. Possibly somewhere there is a manuscript -- I hope so! All I will say is that the ending develops by inescapable logic from clues in Children of the Lens.

"So work it out for yourselves."

"Holger Danske, whom the old French chronicles know as Ogier le Danois, mounted into the saddle. And this was the prince of Denmark who in his cradle was given strength and luck and love by such of Faerie as wish men well. He it was who came to serve Carl the Great and rose to be among the finest of his knights, the defender of Christendie and mankind. He it was who smote Carahue of Mauretania in battle, and became his friend, and wandered far with him. He it was who Morgan le Fay held dear; and when he grew old, she bore him to Avalon and gave him back his youth. There he dwelt until the paynim again menaced France, a hundred years later, and thence he sallied forth to conquer them anew. Then in the hour of his triumph he was carried away from mortal men."

"With bony hands I hold my partner.

On soulless feet we cross the floor.

The music stops as if to answer

An empty knocking at the door.

It seems his skin was sweet as mango

When last I held him to my breast.

But now we dance this grim fandango

And will four years before we rest."

"The woods are lovely, dark and deep,   

But I have promises to keep,   

And miles to go before I sleep,   

And miles to go before I sleep."

"He is not so mighty yet that he is above fear; nay, doubt ever gnaws him."

"I come back to you now at the turn of the tide."

"Who dares disturb the peace of Those Who Sleep?"

"I am Chaos. Join me."

"Allons-y!"

"Geronimo!"

"Oh, for God's sake. GALLIFREY STANDS!"

“That Darth Vader, man. Sure does love eating Jedi.”

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"I think you should leave the Ring behind, Bilbo. Is that so hard?"

"Well, no... and yes."

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"And it is also said, 'Go not to the Elves for counsel, for they will say both no and yes.'"

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"Always in motion is the future."

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"It's like poetry, they rhyme."

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"History may not repeat itself, but it does rhyme."

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"You think in such three-dimensional terms. How small you've become."

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"We once revered a great inventor, because he opened the door to unchanging eternity. But YOU opened the passageway back into true life."

“That Darth Vader, man. Sure does love eating Jedi.”

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Subscribes to blog.

Don’t do drugs, unless you’re with me.

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I don't post half my thoughts on Tumblr, or half as much as I should like, and I like less than half the posts on Tumblr half as well as they deserve.

“That Darth Vader, man. Sure does love eating Jedi.”

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TV's Frink said:

This thread only works if you and DE keep this kind of stuff out of the other thread.

I've made promises before, inevitably breaking them almost every time. Therefore I make no promises -- period.

In this case, though, I'll make an exception*.

 

*An exception that will more likely than not fail to come to pass. 

Doubt thou the stars are fire,
Doubt that the sun doth move,
Doubt truth to be a liar,
But never doubt I love.

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"At least four hours. With luck, maybe six."

"Four hours, most assuredly. Perhaps six, with a bit of luck."

"The time is out of joint; O cursed spite, / That ever I was born to set it right!"

"Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane, / Drink off this potion. Is thy union here?"

"You have sat too long here for any good you have been doing. Depart, I say, and let us have done with you. In the name of God, go!"

"The board is set, and the pieces are moving."

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Um... thanks.

“That Darth Vader, man. Sure does love eating Jedi.”

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"The time has come," the Walrus said,

"To talk of many things:

Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--

Of cabbages--and kings--

And why the sea is boiling hot--

And whether pigs have wings."

"I am the eggman

They are the eggmen

I am the walrus

Goo goo g' joob."

"I told you 'bout the walrus and me, man

You know that we're as close as can be, man

Well here's another clue for you all

The walrus was Paul."

"Now I am become Death, the destoryer of worlds."

"I am he as you are he as you are me

And we are all together

See how they run like pigs from a gun

See how they fly."

The Walrus and the Carpenter

Were walking close at hand;

They wept like anything to see

Such quantities of sand:

"If this were only cleared away,"

They said, "it would be grand!"

"By the light of your eyes my spirit soars!"

"You will hear for all eternity the cries of those you have abandoned, Bobbin Threadbare."

"LOOM was an enormous task for me. I basically had worked 70- or 80-hour weeks for about fifteen months. So by the end of it, I was gray, they told me. I looked... you know, my skin looked gray."

"You be good to my baby, Boston, you hear me?"

"We'll be back soon, Cora. Try not to miss me too much. Low out."

"The Dead One is correct, my son.

Your final draft tore the Pattern in half.

This is a sad fate indeed for the innocents trapped on the other side.

However, it is also a chance for we on THIS side to begin a second Pattern, cleansed of wickedness!

Come. It is time for us to weave our destinies anew."

“That Darth Vader, man. Sure does love eating Jedi.”

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"Fly away while you can, young Threadbare! And know that we will most assuredly meet again."

"We abandon no one! When our side of the Pattern is mended, we will return and put an end to your evil!"

"Take your rightful place among us now."

"It's time!" shrieks the bird woman.

"Bobbin. It's time!"

The door opens. A man you recognize as one of the head lab scientists stumbles into the room. He appears to be in serious need of some Abdo-Seal abdomen filler!

After only a few steps, he hits the floor with a disconcerting thud.

His lips move.

Just before his systems cease all functions short of decay, he looks over toward the shelves full of cartridges and utters "Astral Bodies." With one last gasp, his lifeless form slumps to the floor.

I did not come here to die, but to demand my right of challenge! I respectfully challenge thee, Death, by throwing down this gauntlet!

"Man may pass the Portal, and seek its Master, Death.

Man may pass where Death has trod, and challenge, like Scheherazade,

He Who Reigns Beneath the Sod, to spare a mortal's breath."

"Nur der Reinste darf passieren,

Dessen Herz ist rein wie Glas,

Dessen Seele rein wie Feuer,

Schreitet höher durchs Portal."

IT'S HARD TO BE A HERO WHEN YOU'RE ONLY 4'6''

"Five feet high is the door and three abreast may enter it."

"I am ready ... Mother. Let's go."

Illustrated by Mark Ferrari

Art and Animation for Disk 22

Jenny Sward

Welcome to the Age of the Great Guilds.

“That Darth Vader, man. Sure does love eating Jedi.”

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"What is this?" he said. "There are moon-letters here, beside the plain runes which say 'five feet high the door and three may walk abreast.' "

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"Stand by the grey stone when the thrush knocks," read Elrond, "and the setting sun with the last light of Durin's Day will shine upon the key-hole."

"Durin, Durin!" said Thorin. "He was the father of the fathers of the eldest race of Dwarves, the Longbeards, and my first ancestor: I am his heir."

"Then what is Durin's Day?" asked Elrond.

"The first day of the dwarves' New Year," said Thorin, "is as all should know the first day of the last moon of Autumn on the threshold of Winter. We still call it Durin's Day when the last moon of Autumn and the sun are in the sky together. But this will not help us much, I fear, for it passes our skill in these days to guess when such a time will come again."

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"Last leaf of the year."

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"The last leaf of autumn."

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"The asteroid has been named Attila, after the war leader of the Huns, who devastated Europe just before the fall of the Roman Empire."

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And so now, when their hearts are-brought anigh to each other, great cheer they made: then came Grimhild to Gudrun, and spake.

"All hail to thee, daughter! I give thee gold and all kinds of good things to take to thee after thy father, dear bought rings and bed-gear of the maids of the Huns, the most courteous and well dight of all women; and thus is thy husband atoned for: and thereafter shalt thou be given to Atli, the mighty king, and be mistress of all his might. Cast not all thy friends aside for one man's sake, but do according to our bidding."

Gudrun answers, "Never will I wed Atli the King; unseemly it is for us to get offspring betwixt us."

Grimhild says, "Nourish not thy wrath; it shall be to thee as if Sigurd and Sigmund were alive when thou hast borne sons."

Gudrun says, "I cannot take my heart from thoughts of him, for he was the first of all men."

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"Changi was set like a pearl on the eastern tip of Singapore Island, iridescent under the bowl of tropical skies."

“That Darth Vader, man. Sure does love eating Jedi.”

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And now for something different--images with proper explanations.

Natalie Portman cosplaying as Princess Leia.

Previously un-found concept art from Star Wars (1998).

Concept art from George Lucas's fantasy film WILLOW, released in 1994.

“That Darth Vader, man. Sure does love eating Jedi.”

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"Well done, good and faithful servant."

"No more shall the Dead envy the Living!"

"I feel... I feel fine. What happened? I remember digging. And the ground gave way under me..."

"Dark have been my dreams of late, but I feel as one new-awakened."

“That Darth Vader, man. Sure does love eating Jedi.”

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I wish... to come into my own again, and to enjoy it... and to weave, and fold, and forge, and dig, and other things besides... and to enjoy the fruits of my labors... and to let them tell their own story.

“That Darth Vader, man. Sure does love eating Jedi.”

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Apropos of absolutely nothing whatsoever:

These are my two favorite characters from Peter Jackson's film adaptation of The Silmarillion.

“That Darth Vader, man. Sure does love eating Jedi.”

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Two households, both alike in dignity,

In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,

From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,

Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.

--William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, Prologue

Do Not Believe His Lies

--title of iOS puzzle app created by developer "Lukasz Matablewski" (probably an alias of Brian Moriarty)

If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood 

Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, 

Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud 

Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, 

My friend, you would not tell with such high zest  

To children ardent for some desperate glory, 

The old Lie;

--Wilfred Owen, "Dulce et Decorum Est"

"The original Star Wars trilogy on video... one last time."

--Tagline for the 1995 VHS release of the OOT

“That Darth Vader, man. Sure does love eating Jedi.”

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Excerpts from The Star Wars: A Trilogy with a Sequel, illustrated by Arthur Rackham

"For luck!"

"Why, you stuck-up... half-witted... scruffy-looking... nerf-herder!"

"Soon you will learn to appreciate me."

"The Force is strong in my family."

"Your father's lightsaber. This is the weapon of a Jedi Knight."

“That Darth Vader, man. Sure does love eating Jedi.”

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To: Herr Reichsmarschall Hermann Oberth

From: Marshal Sir Colin Harris, Commander in Chief, Her Majestys Royal Air Force

Subject: Tactical Arms Reduction Talks

Dear Sir,

This war has gone on far too long for the both of us, I believe. Let us talk therefore of peace, sir.

As an opening proposal, I suggest that you render up to international inspection the secret weapons of your Luftwaffe. In exchange, I will call a halt to the bombing campaign currently being undertaken by Her Majesty's Royal Air Force against you and your country. Except of course on such "soft" targets, the bombing of which does not violate the agreed laws of nations and of gentlemen.

I have the honour to be, Sir,

Yours sincerely,

Colin "Bomber" Harris

“That Darth Vader, man. Sure does love eating Jedi.”

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My good ATM Machine when was the last time you went to bed...?

I was once…but now I’m not… Further: zyzzogeton

“It wasn’t the flood that destroyed the pantry…”

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"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times."

Message, Spock?

Besides the obvious, of course.

“That Darth Vader, man. Sure does love eating Jedi.”

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Alas, Frink beat us both to the punch (And in such an unremarkable manner, too).

Doubt thou the stars are fire,
Doubt that the sun doth move,
Doubt truth to be a liar,
But never doubt I love.

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*blows dust off thread*

Whew!

There was a silence. The old man did not move in his chair. At length Gandalf spoke. ‘Hail, Théoden son of Thengel! I have returned. For behold! the storm comes, and now all friends should gather together, lest each singly be destroyed.’

For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.

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The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!

‘But I say to thee, Gandalf Mithrandir, I will not be thy tool! I am Steward of the House of Anárion. I will not step down to be the dotard chamberlain of an upstart. Even were his claim proved to me, still he comes but of the line of Isildur. I will not bow to such a one, last of a ragged house long bereft of lordship and dignity.’

‘What then would you have,’ said Gandalf, ‘if your will could have its way?’

‘I would have things as they were in all the days of my life,’ answered Denethor, ‘and in the days of my longfathers before me: to be the Lord of this City in peace, and leave my chair to a son after me, who would be his own master and no wizard’s pupil. But if doom denies this to me, then I will have naught: neither life diminished, nor love halved, nor honour abated.’

“That Darth Vader, man. Sure does love eating Jedi.”

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‘These we will take!’ said Gandalf suddenly. He cast aside his cloak and a white light shone forth like a sword in that black place. Before his upraised hand the foul Messenger recoiled, and Gandalf coming seized and took from him the tokens: coat, cloak, and sword. ‘These we will take in memory of our friend,’ he cried. ‘But as for your terms, we reject them utterly. Get you gone, for your embassy is over and death is near to you. We did not come here to waste words in treating with Sauron, faithless and accursed; still less with one of his slaves. Begone!’

TYRELL

The light that burns twice as bright burns half as long. And you have burned so very, very brightly, Roy.

Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?

The radio message beamed to Earth, moments before the blast of radiation engulfed the ship, was in plain text and merely repeated over and over:

ALL THESE WORLDS ARE YOURS EXCEPT EUROPA.

ATTEMPT NO LANDINGS THERE.

There were ninety-three repetitions; then the letters became garbled, and the transmission abruptly ceased between EXCEPT and EUROPA.

-- Arthur C. Clarke, 2010: Odyssey Two, chapter 53: "A Gift of Worlds"

“That Darth Vader, man. Sure does love eating Jedi.”

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I returned, and saw under the sun, that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favour to men of skill; but time and chance happeneth to them all.

(Eccl. 9:11)

"When Lucifer fell, he did not fall alone."

Wälse!

“That Darth Vader, man. Sure does love eating Jedi.”