In regards to maan (to seek importance from others), a man will become impudent if he keeps getting insulted up to a point. If he gets maan (importance from others) to a certain level, he grows stronger. And if he gets too much maan [praise], then his desire for it will come to end.
Good for you Woods. You’re not as dumb as you look. Come to think of it, no one’s as dumb as you look.
It’s like reading a bad newspaper or a bad piece in a magazine.”
(on Tom Wolfe)
As for the majority, it is not so much race as it is political affiliation that really divides it today. What was once an issue of physical difference is now one of intellectual difference. Men have yet to master disagreeing without flashing all their frustrations that come with it; the conservative will throw half-truths while the liberal will throw insults. Combine these and what do you get? A dishonest mockery of a country.
You look lousy,’ he said.
Jace blinked. ‘Seems an odd time to start an insult contest, but if you insist, I could probably think up something good.’
‘No I mean it. You don’t look good.’
‘This is from a guy ho has all the sex appeal of a penguin. Look, I realize you may be jealous that the good Lord didn’t deal you the same chiseled hand he dealt me, but that’s no reason to-‘
‘I am not trying to insult you.’ Simon snapped.
Take good care of your final word. If your final say will hunt you in day’s ahead, then hold back the words, and let silence speak.
He was a bad, bad bastard. He abused the privilege of being a cunt, as my old Da would say.’ I smiled, picturing the cozy fireside scene of young son on father’s knee being inducted into the world of abusive epithets.
thou wretched pillar of syphilitic pheasant-fuck!
He gave me a severe look over his spectacles and said, as if he thought the words were deadly venom and might kill me, “You are an untidy person.
You’re not interesting in the least,” she spat. “I don’t need to be,” I smiled. “That’s what you need…And you’re welcome to it.