Bleeding Edge, pp. 312-313

[ish mailian]

Even the losers get lucky sometimes. But these losers, boys for the most
part, don't get that, so they hate themselves, hate women, hate sex, and
sport, and rock and roll and restaurants and good food and drink, and a
good time. How unfortunate. To aggrandize the anxiety of these losers, to
make them ideological spokesmen of the Palestinian plight, the
Post-Colonial rebound, the effect of Orientalists and Oil, is silly. These
boys are losers. Masturbation may have prevented this, and a good night out
and some sex would have surely.

On Mon, Nov 16, 2015 at 6:21 AM, Jochen Stremmel <jstremmel at gmail.com>
wrote:

> Come now, you who say, <https://biblia.com/bible/esv/Jas4.13-15#footnote1>“Today
> or tomorrow we will go into such and such a town and spend a year there and
> trade and make a profit”— yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring.
> What is your life? For <https://biblia.com/bible/esv/Jas4.13-15#footnote2>you
> are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes. Instead you
> ought to say, <https://biblia.com/bible/esv/Jas4.13-15#footnote3>“If the
> Lord wills, we will live and do this or that.”
>
> 2015-11-16 11:12 GMT+01:00 Mark Thibodeau <jerkyleboeuf at gmail.com>:
>
>> Hm.
>>
>> On Mon, Nov 16, 2015 at 5:02 AM, Kai Frederik Lorentzen <
>> lorentzen at hotmail.de> wrote:
>>
>>>
>>>    In the taxi on the way home, there's loud traffic in Arabic on the
>>> radio, which Maxine figures at first for a call-in show till the cabbie
>>> picks up a handset and joins in. She glances at the ID up on the Plexiglas.
>>> The face in the photo is too indistinct to make out, but the name is
>>> Islamic, Mohammed somebody.
>>>    It's like hearing a party from another room, though Maxine notices
>>> there's no music, no laughing. High emotion all right, but closer to tears
>>> or anger. Men talking over each other, shouting, interrupting. A couple of
>>> the voices might be women's, though later it will seem they could have
>>> belonged to high-pitched men. The only word Maxine recognizes, and she
>>> hears it more than once, is *Inshallah*. "Arabic for 'whatever,'" Horst
>>> nods.
>>>    They're waiting at a light. "If it is God's will," the driver
>>> corrects him, half turning in his seat so that Maxine happens to be looking
>>> him in the face. What she sees there will keep her from getting to sleep
>>> right away. Or that's how she'll remember it.
>>>
>>>
>>
>
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