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| �Well Old Wolf,� I said in as insulting tone as I could manage, �I see you�ve finally decided to come back to the scene of the crime.� --- Polgara the Sorceress(Pg 43) Until a person learns to laugh at himself, though, his life will be a tragedy � at least that�s the way he�ll see it. ---Polgara the Sorceress (Pg. 52) I didn�t sleep very much that night, and I arose early to continue my preparation. I sat down in front of a mirror made of polished brass and looked at my reflection rather critically. I wasn�t nearly as ugly as I�d always imagined. As a matter of fact, I was quite pretty. �Don�t tell me you�re surprised, Pol,� Mother�s voice told me. �You didn�t actually think that I�d give birth to an ugly daughter, did you?� ---Polgara the Sorceress (Pg. 63) �Don�t let it go to your head, Polgara,� mother�s voice cautioned me. �What you�re seeing on all those vacant faces isn�t love. Young males of all species have urges that they can�t really control. In their eye�s you�re not a person; you�re an object. You don�t really want to become no more than a thing do you?� ---Poledra, Polgara�s mother (Pg. 65) The males shows off, and the female responds � but how can you possibly respond to someone who can go on for days on end without saying a word? Algar was very intelligent, but he talked almost as much as a rock does. To be honest about it, I found his silence rather intriguing � and irritating at the same time. �Don�t you ever talk about the weather, Algar?� I asked him once in exasperation. �What for?� he replied. He pointed at a window. �It�s right out there. Go look for yourself.� ---Polgara the Sorceress (Pg. 76) �Men worry too much about that kind of thing,� she said on one occasion, biting off the thread of the hem of Beldaran�s gown. �No matter how big and important they seem to be in the outside world, they all turn into little boys in the bedroom. Be gentle with them, and don�t ever laugh. You can laugh later, when you�re alone.� ---Arell the dressmaker and midwife. In his sometimes misguided history of the world, my father notes that I enjoy politics. He was right about that, but he missed the real point entirely. When Father uses the word �politics� he�s talking about relations between nations. When I use the word, though, I�m talking about the various subtle ways a woman can get men to do what she wants them to do. ---Polgara the Sorceress (Pg. 94) �The change in Pol is easy,� Father replied. �She just slipped around behind my back and grew up.� ---Belgarath the Sorcerer and Polgara�s Father. (Pg. 95) It was during that time of homey domesticity that Mother explained the significance of the silver amulet Father had fashioned for me. �It gives you a way to focus your power, Pol.� She told me. �When you�re forming the idea of what you want to do -something that you�re not sure you can do- channel the thought through your amulet, and it�ll intensify your will.� �Why does Beldaran have one, then Mother? I love her, of course, but she doesn�t seem to have the �talent�.� Mother laughed. �Oh dear, dear Polgara,� she said to me. �In some ways Beldaran�s even more talented than you are.� �What are you talking about Mother? I�ve never seen her do anything!� �I know. You probably never will, either. You always do what she tells you to do, though, don�t you?� �Well-� I stopped as that particular thought came crashing in on me. Sweet, gentle Beldaran had dominated me since before we were born. �That isn�t fair, Mother!� I objected. �What isn�t?� �First she�s prettier than I am, and now you tell me that she�s more powerful. Can�t I be better at something that she is?� ---Polgara the Sorceress (Pg. 132) �That�s terrible, Pol,� she said after I gave it to her. �That�s the whole idea, Beldara,� I said lightly, trying to keep my concern for her out of my voice. �Medicine�s suppose to taste bad. If it�s bad enough, you get well just so you don�t have to drink any more of it.� ---Polgara the Sorceress (Pg. 150) My father�s hinted at this, but one of us had probably better come out with it. Our situation is most peculiar, and it requires certain adjustments. As those we�ve come to know and love grow older, it�s absolutely necessary for us to distance ourselves from them. The alternative is quite probably madness. Endless grief will eventually destroy the human mind. We�re not heartless, but we do have duties, and those duties oblige us to protect our ability to function. As I watched Daran and Kamion become crotchety, querulous old men, I knew they�d eventually leave us and that there was nothing I could do about it. The Vale serves us as a kind of sanctuary- a place where we can absorb our grief and come to terms with it- and the presence of the Tree there is an absolute necessity. If you think about it for a while, I�m sure you�ll understand. ---Polgara the Sorceress (Pg. 203) "Be very careful around my, dear boy,� I warned him. �I could break your heart with a single flutter of my eyelashes.� �Why wouldst thou wish to shatter that which is already wholly thine, dear lady?� he asked, and I sensed a certain subterfuge in his carefully phrased question. Ontrose was obviously not quite innocent as he seemed to be. This was moving along even better than I�d hoped. Ontrose obviously no longer looked at me as an institution. We were definitely making progress now. �Be warned, my champion,� I bantered. �Methinks I shall unlimber mine entire arsenal upon thine unprotected heart. Defend thyself as best thou canst.� I think my lapse into formality startled him just a bit. �Thou wouldst take so unfair an advantage of me, Lady Polgara?� he chided lightly. �Fire! For shame! Must I now defend thy realm �gainst the Austrians and mine own heart �gainst thine unspeakable charm simultaneously? I have no fears concerning the Austrians. Mine heart�s fortress, however, doth already crumble before thine onslaughts, and I do fear me that I must inevitably capitulate and submit to this gentle enslavement which thou dost propose.� ---Ontros, Polgara�s Champion, and Polgara the Sorceress (Pg. 273) Duties can sometimes be very much like a pair of comfortable old shoes. We�re reluctant to put them aside even when we have new ones. ---Polgara the Sorceress (Pg. 510) �Your reputation as a physician might start deteriorating if you begin experimenting with poison, Pol.� �Experimenting is the source of all medical advances, Father. You loose a few patients along the way, but you save more in the long run.� ---Polgara the Sorceress (Pg. 543) Now there�s something for you to think about. If you don�t know that you can�t do something, isn�t there a remote possibility that you�ll for ahead and do it anyway in absolute defiance of physical law? That might be one of the drawbacks of education. If you don�t know that you can�t pick yourself up by the scruff of the neck and hold yourself at arm�s length, maybe you can. I wonder if I could get Mandorallen to try that. ---Polagara the Sorceress (Pg. 556) The secret word in dealing with little boys is �diversion.� Don�t forbid thing. Make them sound unpleasant instead. Boyish enthusiasm diminishes in direct proportion to the amount of sweat involved. ---Polgara the Sorceress (Pg. 568) �His bride�s of Cherek, Father, and a friendly glance is enough to make a Cherek girl pregnant. She�ll probably go into labour before I can get packed and move us to Sendaria.� �Are Chereks really that fertile?� �Why do you think they all have such large families?� �I thought it might have something to do with the climate.� �What could climate have to do with it?� �Well, there are all those cold, long winter nights with nothing to do but-� He broke off abruptly. �Yes, Father?� I said sweetly. �Do go on. I find your scientific speculation absolutely fascinating!� He actually blushed. ---Polagara the Sorceress and Belgarath the Sorcerer (Pg. 643-644) "Why don�t we all talk to our husbands this evening, ladies. If Alara here wants formal permission to move into the place, we�ll just let our men folk to take a vote on the matter- and we�ll let them all know that they�ll get a steady diet of boiled tripe if they vote wrong.� They all laughed knowingly at that. Never underestimate the power of the woman who runs the kitchen. ---Polgara the Sorceress and a village woman. (Pg.665) There�s nothing like an audience to encourage one to do one�s best. ---Polgara the Sorceress (Pg. 689) In the light of human fertility, there almost has to be some means of controlling the population; and in the long run, disease is more humane than war and starvation. ---Polgara the Sorceress (Pg. 702) He grounded his teeth together and ignored her. He loved her, but he did ignore her a lot. He�d discovered that it was quieter that ways. Beldaran�s voice was very much like Mother�s. �Expressive� was Father�s word for it. Geran had some other words he used to describe his sister�s penetrating voice, but he was very careful not to use those words around Mother. ----Geran, Crown Prince of Riva; Garion�s son (Pg. 744) Prince Geran looked around and decided that the room was probably neat enough. Sometimes Geran�s �things� got ahead of him, and the only real disadvantage of having his mother read to him every evening was the opportunity it gave her for a daily inspection. It seemed to Geran that Mother had an unwholesome obsession with neatness. He�d frequently tried to explain to her that when he had his �things� spread out on the floor, he could find exactly what he wanted almost immediately, but that when he put them all away as she wanted him to, it took hours to find what he wanted and that the search immediately returned everything right back to the floor where it had been in the first place. She�d listen patiently each time, and then she�d repeat the rather worn-out command, �Clean this pigpen up.� He had once- and only once- suggested that the chore was beneath his dignity and that one of the servants should do it. He still shuddered at that memory of her reaction to that particular suggestion. He was positive that had there been a good following wind that day, Mother�s speech would have been clearly audible on the Sendarian coast. ---Geran, Crown Prince of Riva; Garion�s son (Pg. 749) �How did Grandfather know that Chamdar was burning down that house?� �Your grandfather knows all kinds of things, Geran- even things he�s not suppose to know. This time, though, I think that voice he carries around in his head told him about it.� �I wish I had a voice inside my head to tell me things. That might keep me out of a lot of trouble.� �AMEN!!� Mother agreed fervently. Then she went on with the story. ---Geran, Crown Prince of Riva; Garion�s son, and Ce�Nedra, Queen of Riva; wife of Garion (Pg. 751) |
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