category : sad

this new country was a huge cake and he wouldn’t rest till he had eaten it all up

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There was something sad, almost tragic about her beauty, and from the moment she opened the door and looked at him in a kind, patient way, Yakubu felt drawn to her. It was as if she had reached out and pulled him into a circle in which only he and she existed.

A Development Problem

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Prime minister Manmohan Singh has identified Maoists as the single most serious threat to India’s national security. In the last few years, these facts have been well-circulated in news reports on India’s stability. But who are the Maoists? What do they believe?

A plague at a feast

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States are not so much declining, failing and yielding as transforming their very nature. The network is the right metaphor to grasping the new state’s complexity.

Abject poverty and perpetual debt

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Long lines of people stretched around city blocks in front of ATM machines, waiting hours to withdraw the equivalent of US $3—the maximum allowed by law.

A robust role in the slaughter

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America’s best and brightest will continue to explore innovative ways for human rights to serve a thoroughly militarized foreign policy

I still like you

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It is silent.
I don’t smoke.
I don’t want to bother her.
She continues to cry.

The gods of profit and production

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Today, approximately a billion people — close to one-sixth of humanity — suffer from continual and severe hunger.

A confusion between peoples and values

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Multiculturalists claim that the presence in a society of a diversity of peoples limits the possibility of common values. Clash of civilisations warriors insist that such values are impossible within an ethnically diverse society. Neither is right.

No cannonball response because the dead float by

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Face up their eyes sometimes open and filling with miniature lakes, rivers down their temples, the children howling and their teeth useless fangs

To regard humanity in such a degraded fashion

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Society is fast becoming an asylum, a place without privacy, because private space away from scrutiny is where abuses occur. Here we have the final attack on the self.

Without a warless day

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War is increasingly a state of being, not a process with a beginning, an end, and an actual geography.

I want him to destroy my face

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I want to be fucked savagely by a pack of wolves.