LaBoeuf was rubbing down his shaggy pony. He said, "You are lucky to be traveling in a place where a spring is so handy. In my country you can ride for days and see no ground water. I have lapped filthy water from a hoofprint and was glad to have it. You don't know what discomfort is until you have nearly perished for water."
Rooster said, "If I ever meet one of you Texas waddies that says he never drank from a horse track I think I will shake his hand and give him a Daniel Webster cigar."
"Then you don't believe it?" asked LaBoeuf.
"I believed it the first twenty-five times I heard it."
—Charles Portis, True Grit
He began to talk about his youth, about his days as a medical student at Wooten Institute in New Orleans. I couldn't follow all that stuff and I tuned him out as best I could. He ended the long account by saying that Dr. Wooten "invented clamps."
"Medical clamps?" I idly inquired.
"No, just clamps. He invented the clamp."
"I don't understand that. What kind of clamp are you talking about?"
"Clamps! Clamps! That you hold two things together with! Can't you understand plain English?"
"Are you saying this man made the first clamp?"
"He got a patent on it. He invented the clamp."
"No, he didn't."
"Then who did?"
"I don't know."
"You don't know. And you don't know Smitty Wooten either, but you want to tell me he didn't invent the clamp."
"He may have invented some special kind of clamp but he didn't invent the clamp. The principle of the clamp was probably known to the Sumerians. You can't go around saying this fellow from Louisiana invented the clamp."
"He was the finest diagnostician of our time. I suppose you deny that too."
"That's something else."
"No, go ahead. Attack him all you please. He's dead now and can't defend himself. Call him a liar and a bum. It's great sport for people who sit on the sidelines of life."
—Charles Portis, The Dog of the South
I have often noticed in the United States that it is not easy to make a man understand that his presence may be dispensed with; hints will not always suffice to shake him off. I contradict an American at every word he says, to show him that his conversation bores me; he instantly labors with fresh pertinacity to convince me; I preserve a dogged silence, and he thinks I am meditating deeply on the truths that he is uttering; at last I rush from his company, and he supposes that some urgent business hurries me elsewhere. The man will never understand that he wearies me to death unless I tell him so, and the only way to get rid of him is to make him my enemy for life.
—Alexis de Tocqueville, Democracy in America
The postmodern understanding of truth-as-power leads to a postmodern political praxis, in which language is intentionally manipulated to institute these new modes of reality. This is why there is so much emphasis on policing speech—creating new pronouns and mandating their use, constantly changing the definitions of terms like gender, continually proliferating new categories of and subcategories of identity and desire. This is a concerted effort to enforce a new truth-script through an exercise of power.
—Abigail Favale, The Genesis of Gender
Pickering structured his life in Washington as though determined to diminish the possibility that any of his misperceptions might be challenged. He seldom attended social gatherings where Jeffersonians might be present and exchanged views with members of the opposition only on the floor of the Senate. Living at Coyle's was in itself a defense against foreign ideas. There, the little group of embattled Federalists spent evenings by the hearthside reinforcing one another's prejudices.
—Gerald H. Clarfield, Timothy Pickering and the American Republic
—Germaine de Staël, Considerations on the Principal Events of the French Revolution
—Germaine de Staël, Considerations on the Principal Events of the French Revolution
—Germaine de Staël, Considerations on the Principal Events of the French Revolution
—Harry Blamires, The Christian Mind
—Harry Blamires, The Christian Mind
—Augustine, Confessions
---Otto Scott, James I: The Fool as King