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Birthday gift for @velociraptorerinâ. Cause everyone needs a good hug every once in a while. <3
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âShe is a beautiful piece of broken pottery, put back together by her own hands. And a critical world judges her cracks while missing the beauty of how she made herself whole again.â
â J.M. Storm
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âIn the beginning the Universe was created. This made a lot of people very angry and has been widely regarded as a bad move.â
â Douglas Adams
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âITâS A SWORD, ITâS NOT MEANT TO BE SAFE.â
My favourite scene from The Hogfather.
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Kreizler's theories
Rarely have I felt so strongly the truth of Kreizlerâs belief that the answers one gives to lifeâs crucial questions are never truly spontaneous; they are the embodiment of years of contextual experience, of the building of patterns in each of our lives that eventually grow to dominate our behavior. Was Theodoreâwhose credo of active response to all challenges had guided him through physical sickness in youth and political and personal trials in adulthood âtruly free to refuse Kreizlerâs offer? And if he accepted it, was I then free to say no to these two friends, with whom I had lived through many escapades and who were now telling me that my extracurricular activities and knowledgeâso often dismissed as useless by almost everyone I knewâwould prove vital in catching a brutal killer? Professor James would have said that, yes, any human being is free, at any time, to pursue or decline anything; and perhaps, objectively, that is true. But as Kreizler loved to say (and Professor James ultimately had a hard time refuting), you cannot objectify the subjective, you cannot generalize the specific. What man, or a man, might have chosen was arguable; Theodore and I were the men who were there.
The Alienist, 1997
Caleb Carr
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Introduction of Laszlo Kreizler
As soon as I was inside the vestibule I heard the usual shouts and howlsâsome coherent protests, some simply wails of madness and despairâcoming from the cells beyond. At the same instant I spotted Kreizler; odd, how strongly the sight of him has always been associated, in my mind, with such sounds. As usual, his suit and coat were black, and as often he was reading the music notices in the Times. His black eyes, so much like a large birdâs, flitted about the paper as he shifted from one foot to the other in sudden, quick movements. He held the Times in his right hand, and his left arm, underdeveloped as the result of a childhood injury, was pulled in close to his body. The left hand occasionally rose to swipe
at his neatly trimmed mustache and the small patch of beard under his lower lip. His dark hair, cut far too long to meet the fashion of the day, and swept back on his head, was moist, for he always went hatless; and this, along with the bobbing of his face at the pages before him, only increased the impression of some hungry, restless hawk determined to wring satisfaction from the worrisome world around him.
The Alienist, 1997
Caleb Carr
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For a moment I thought that perhaps something had
happened to Laszlo. Certainly that would have accounted for
the fretful way in which Stevie whipped and drove Frederick,
an animal I knew him at most times to treat with complete
kindness. Kreizler was the first human being whoâd ever been
able to get more than a bite or a punch out of Stevie, and he
was certainly the only reason the young fellow wasnât still in
that Randalls Island establishment so euphemistically known
as the âBoysâ House of Refuge.â Besides being, as the Police
Department had put it, âa thief, pickpocket, drunkard, nicotine
fiend, feelerââthe member of a banco team that lures dupes to
the site of the gameââand congenitally destructive menace,â
all by the time he was ten, Stevie had attacked and badly
maimed one of the guards on Randalls Island, who he claimed
had tried to assault him. (âAssault,â in the newspaper language
of a quarter-century ago, almost invariably meaning rape.)
Because the guard had a wife and family, the boyâs honesty,
and finally his sanity, had been questionedâwhich was when
Kreizler, as one of the foremost experts of the day in forensic
psychiatry, had made his entrance. At Stevieâs sanity hearing
Kreizler painted a masterful picture of the boyâs life on the
streets since the age of three, when he had been abandoned by
his mother, who put an opium habit above caring for her son
and finally became the mistress of a Chinese purveyor of the
drug. The judge had been impressed by Kreizlerâs speech, and
skeptical of the injured guardâs testimony; but he would only
agree to release Stevie when Kreizler offered to take the boy in
and vouched for his future conduct. I thought Laszlo quite
crazy, at the time; but there was no doubting that in just over a
year Stevie had become a very different youth. And, like
almost everyone who worked for Laszlo, the boy was devoted
to his patron, despite that peculiar quality of emotional
distance that made Kreizler so perplexing to many who knew
him.
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The Alienist, 1997
Caleb Carr
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