Copëza shkrimesh (në gjuhë të huaj)


Paint It Black
Now the world has gone to bed,
Darkness won't engulf my head,
I can see by infrared,
How I hate the night.

Now I lay me down to sleep,
Try to count electric sheep,
Sweet dream wishes you can keep,
How I hate the night.

-Marvin, Life, The Universe and Everything


Paint It Black
Kjo eshte pak e gjate por sdija cilen pjese ta ndaj:

"Of course, I had my own personal alchemist, too."
"You what?"
He was getting silly and he knew it. Exuberance and Hall and Woodhouse best bitter was a mixture to be wary of, but one of the first effects it has is to stop you being wary of things, and the point at which Arthur should have stopped and explained no more was the point at which he started intead to get inventive.
"Oh yes," he insisted with a happy glazed smile, "it's why I've lost so much weight."
"What?" said his audience.
"Oh yes," he said again, "the Californians have rediscovered alchemy, oh yes."
He smiled again.
"Only," he said, "it's in a much more useful form than that which in"- he pause thoughtfully to let a little grammar assemble in his head- "in which the ancients used to practice it. Or at least," he added, "failed to practice it. They couldn't get it to work, you know. Nostradamus and that lot. Couldn't cut it."
"Nostradamus?" said one of his audience.
"I didn't think he was an alchemist," said another.
"I thought," said a third, "he was a seer."
"He became a seer," said Arthur to his audience, the component parts of which were beginning to bob and blur a little, "because he was such a lousy alchemist. You should know that."
He took another pull at his beer. It was something he had not tasted for eight years. He tasted it and tasted it.
"What has alchemy got to do," asked a bit of the audience, "with losing weight?"
"I'm glad you asked that," said Arthur, "very glad. And I will now tell you what the connection is between"-he paused-"between those two things. The things you mentioned. I'll tell you."
He paused and maneuvered his thoughts. It was like watching oil tankers doing three-point turns in the English Channel.
"They've discovered how to turn excess body fat into gold," he said, in a sudden blurt of coherence.
"You're kidding."
"Oh yes," he said, "no," he corrected himself, "they have."
He rounded on the doubting part of his audience, which was all of it, and so it took a little while to round on it completely.
"Have you been to California?" he demanded. "Do you know the sort of stuff they do there?"
Three members of his audience said they had and that he was talking nonsense.
"You haven't seen anything," insisted Arthur. "Oh yes," he added, because someone was offering to buy another round.
"The evidence," he said, pointing at himself, and not missing by more than a couple of inches, "is before your eyes. Fourteen hours in a trance," he said, "in a tank. In a trance. I was in a tank. I think," he added after a thoughtful pause, "I already said that."
He waited patiently while the next round was duly distributed. He composed the next bit of his story in his mind, which was going to be something about the tank needing to be oriented along a line dropped perpendicularly from the Pole Star to a base line drawn between Mars and Venus, and was about to start trying to say it when he decided to give it a miss.
"Long time," he said instead, "in a tank. In a trance." He looked round severely at his audience, to make sure it was following attentively.
He resumed.
"Where was I?" he said.
"In a trance," said one.
"In a tank," said another.
"Oh yes," said Arthur, "thank you. And slowly," he said, pressing onward, "slowly, slowly, slowly, all your excess body"-he paused for effect-"subcoo....subyooo...subtoocay"- he paused for breath-"subcutaneous gold, which you can have surgically removed. Getting out of the tank is hell. What did you say?"
"I was just clearing my throat."
"I think you doubt me."
"I was clearing my throat."
"She was clearing her throat," confirmed a significant part of the audience in a low rumble.
"Oh yes," said Arthur, "alright. And you then split the proceeds"- he paused again for a math break- "fifty-fifty with the alchemist. Make a lot of money!"

- So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish, Douglas Adams


Paint It Black
If you took a couple of David Bowies and stuck one of the David Bowies on the top of the other David Bowie, then attached another David Bowie to the end of each of the arms of the upper of the first two David Bowies and wrapped the whole business up in a dirty beach robe you would then have something which didnt exactly look like John Watson, but which those who knew him would find hauntingly familiar.

So Long and Thanks for All the Fish, Douglas Adams


Paint It Black
Anything that happens, happens.
Anything that, in happening, causes something else to happen, causes something else to happen.
Anything that, in happening, causes itself to happen again, happens again.
It doesn't necessarily do it in chronological order, though.

-Douglas Adams <3


Papirus rex
Der Aufstand im Epirus.

In diesem Lande, der Heimath glühender Geister und tapferer Krieger, hatte die Perfidie des Divans seit Beginn dieses Jahrhunderts alles Mögliche gethan, nach Vernichtung der freien albanesischen Begs, durch gegenseitige Bekämpfung der griechischen, lateinischen und türkischen Stämme die Energie und die Kraft eines Volkes zu vernichten, das seit Jahrhunderten in blutigen Kämpfen immer wieder dem Joch von Constantinopel getrotzt. Diese fortwährenden Kämpfe und Aufstände für die Unabhängigkeit waren nicht blos von der christlichen Bevölkerung, sondern noch häufiger von den mohamedanischen Stämmen selbst ausgegangen.
Wenigstens hatten wir doch damals nur einen Tyrannen, sagten die Tosken, der Himmel gebe ihn uns wieder und wir wollen den Staub von seinen Füßen küssen.

Fund jave te mbare arrnauter dhe arvanitas.

Epirus – Albanien – zerfällt in vier Gebiete.