sang Citations

Le vieille danseuse gitane La Malena entendit un jour Brailowsky jouer un fragment de Bach et s'exclama, "Olé! Cela a le duende!", mais Gluck, Brahms ou Darius Milhaud l'ennuyaient. Manuel Torre, qui avait dans le sang plus de culture que quiconque ai-je jamais connu, prononça cette phrase magnifique en écoutant de Falla jouer son Nocturno del Generalife : "Tout ce qui a du son noir a le

duende."

A l'immortel honneur du Judaïsme primitif et pur, qu'un abîme sépare du Judaïsme adultéré du Talmud, Moïse est presque le seul législateur de l'Antiquité qui ait énergiquement proscrit les trois souillures dont les Sociétés Secrètes des anciens Initiés salirent leurs Mystères : la magie, les vices contre nature et le sacrifice humain; – la magie, qui flétrit l'esprit; – la

sodomie, qui souille la chair; – le sacrifice humain, qui fait couler le sang, véhicule de la vie, le sang dont la Bible dit qu'il contient l'âme.

In my opinion, so much of it is really about what you had in mind when you got into it: was it only that you wanted to be a rockstar and see your name in lights? I never really had those kinds of dreams. I knew I loved music and I knew that when I sang in a certain way it made my chest and my whole stomach tickle and I liked it. It still does that same thing to me; I know I’m doing it right when

it makes my core tingle a little bit. I get the same feeling when I’m painting a picture or when I get into that almost hypnotic state of writing – those things are incredible and those are the kinds of things that attract me to creativity.

Defiling their shadows, infidels, accursed of Allah, with fingernails that are foot-long daggers, with mouths agape like cauldrons full of teeth on the boil, with eyes all fire, shaitans possessed of Iblis, clanking into their wars all linked, like slaves, with iron chains. Murad Bey, the huge, the single-blowed ox-beheader, saw without too much surprise mild-looking pale men dressed in blue,

holding guns, drawn up in squares six deep as though in some massed dance depictive of orchard walls. At the corners of the squares were heavy giins and gunners. There did not seem to be many horsemen. Murad said a prayer within, raised his scimitar to heaven and yelled a fierce and holy word. The word was taken up, many thousandfold, and in a kind of gloved thunder the Mamelukes threw themselves

on to the infidel right and nearly broke it. But the squares healed themselves at once, and the cavalry of the faithful crashed in three avenging prongs along the fire-spitting avenues between the walls. A great gun uttered earthquake language at them from within a square, and, rearing and cursing the curses of the archangels of Islam on to the uncircumcized, they wheeled and swung towards their

protective village of Embabeh. There they encountered certain of the blue-clad infidel horde on the flat roofs of the houses, coughing musket-fire at them. But then disaster sang along their lines from the rear as shell after shell crunched and the Mamelukes roared in panic and burden to the screams of their terrified mounts, to whose ears these noises were new. Their rear dissolving, their

retreat cut off, most sought the only way, that of the river. They plunged in, horseless, seeking to swim across to join the inactive horde of Ibrahim, waiting for. action that could now never come. Murad Bey, with such of his horsemen as were left, yelped off inland to Gizeh.