The Italians even have a word for the mark left on a table by a moist glass (culacino) while the Gaelic speakers of Scotland, not to be outdone, have a word for the itchiness that overcomes the upper lip just before taking a sip of whiskey. (Wouldn’t they just?) It’s sgriob.

There is always a hope, even in broken promises.

The fact that I&#39;ve achieved this so soon is just a bonus, I guess. Everything from now on is a bonus for me.

Only a wise man could see my people so clearly in so short a time. Only a ruthless one would say it all out loud. Your virtue and your flaw- we need them both.

Written By Orson Scott Card

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