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I see myself as a huge fiery comet, a shooting star. Everyone stops, points up and gasps "Oh look at that!" Then — whoosh, and I'm gone... and they'll never see anything like it ever again... and they won't be able to forget me — ever.

Jim Morrison

Oft schiessen trifft das Ziel=--Shooting often hits the mark.

_Ger. Pr._

I put socks on first; a simple pleasure that requires more effort than shooting a man.

Tahereh Mafi

As the sailor locates his position on the sea by "shooting" the sun, so we may get our moral bearings by looking at God. We must begin with God. We are right when and only when we stand in a right position relative to God, and we are wrong so far and so long as we stand in any other position.

A.W. Tozer

Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee, The shooting-stars attend thee; And the elves also, Whose little eyes glow Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.

ROBERT HERRICK. 1591-1674.     _The Night Piece to Julia._

Speaking without thinking is shooting without aim.

Proverb.

Hablar sin pensar es tirar sin encarar=--Speaking without thinking is shooting without taking aim.

_Sp. Pr._

I heard what you said. I’m not the silly romantic you think. I don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars. I don’t want gemstones or gold. I have those things already. I want…a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved.

Shana Abe

The day after Columbine, I was interviewed... The reporter had been assigned a theory and was seeking sound bites to support it. "Wouldn't you say," she asked, "that killings like this are influenced by violent movies?" No, I said, I wouldn't say that... The reporter looked disappointed, so I offered her my theory. "Events like this," I said, "if they are influenced by anything, are influenced by news programs like your own. When an unbalanced kid walks into a school and starts shooting, it becomes a major media event. Cable news drops ordinary programming and goes around the clock with it. The story is assigned a logo and a theme song … The message is clear to other disturbed kids around the country: If I shoot up my school, I can be famous..."

Roger Ebert

<Mercury> LordHavoc: The reason why GL has overdraw is because it is only

          using HALF of the system they designed for vis.

<Mercury> LordHavoc: Shooting itself in the foot.

* Dabb looks at all those bullet holes in his shoes - damn, lots :)

Fortune Cookie

<taniwha> Knghtbrd: we should do a quake episode :knee deep in the code":

          you run around shooting at bugs:)

<Knghtbrd> taniwha: I'll pass the idea on to OpenQuartz  ;>

Fortune Cookie

The term "fire" brings up visions of violence and mayhem and the ugly scene

of shooting employees who make mistakes.  We will now refer to this process

as "deleting" an employee (much as a file is deleted from a disk).  The

employee is simply there one instant, and gone the next.  All the terrible

temper tantrums, crying, and threats are eliminated.

        -- Kenny's Korner

Fortune Cookie

"Good afternoon, madam.  How may I help you?"

"Good afternoon.  I'd like a FrintArms HandCannon, please."

"A--?  Oh, now, that's an awfully big gun for such a lovely lady.  I

mean, not everybody thinks ladies should carry guns at all, though I

say they have a right to.  But I think... I might... Let's have a look

down here.  I might have just the thing for you.  Yes, here we are!

Look at that, isn't it neat?  Now that is a FrintArms product as well,

but it's what's called a laser -- a light-pistol some people call

them.  Very small, as you see; fits easily into a pocket or bag; won't

spoil the line of a jacket; and you won't feel you're lugging half a

tonne of iron around with you.  We do a range of matching accessories,

including -- if I may say so -- a rather saucy garter holster.  Wish I

got to do the fitting for that!  Ha -- just my little joke.  And

there's *even*... here we are -- this special presentation pack: gun,

charged battery, charging unit, beautiful glider-hide shoulder holster

with adjustable fitting and contrast stitching, and a discount on your

next battery.  Full instructions, of course, and a voucher for free

lessons at your local gun club or range.  Or there's the *special*

presentation pack; it has all the other one's got but with *two*

charged batteries and a night-sight, too.  Here, feel that -- don't

worry, it's a dummy battery -- isn't it neat?  Feel how light it is?

Smooth, see?  No bits to stick out and catch on your clothes, *and*

beautifully balanced.  And of course the beauty of a laser is, there's

no recoil.  Because it's shooting light, you see?  Beautiful gun,

beautiful gun; my wife has one.  Really.  That's not a line, she

really has.  Now, I can do you that one -- with a battery and a free

charge -- for ninety-five; or the presentation pack on a special

offer for one-nineteen; or this, the special presentation pack, for

one-forty-nine."

"I'll take the special."

"Sound choice, madam, *sound* choice.  Now, do--?"

"And a HandCannon, with the eighty-mill silencer, five GP clips, three

six-five AP/wire-fl'echettes clips, two bipropellant HE clips, and a

Special Projectile Pack if you have one -- the one with the embedding

rounds, not the signalers.  I assume the night-sight on this toy is

compatible?"

"Aah... yes,  And how does madam wish to pay?"

She slapped her credit card on the counter.  "Eventually."

        -- Iain M. Banks, "Against a Dark Background"

Fortune Cookie

Excusing bad programming is a shooting offence, no matter _what_ the

circumstances.

        -- Linus Torvalds, to the linux-kernel list

Fortune Cookie

If you are shooting under 80 you are neglecting your business;

over 80 you are neglecting your golf.

        -- Walter Hagen

Fortune Cookie

A New York City ordinance prohibits the shooting of rabbits from the

rear of a Third Avenue street car -- if the car is in motion.

Fortune Cookie

: How would you disambiguate these situations?

By shooting the person who did the latter.

        -- Larry Wall in <199710290235.SAA02444@wall.org>

Fortune Cookie

"Oh, he [a big dog] hunts with papa," she said. "He says Don Carlos [the

dog] is good for almost every kind of game.  He went duck hunting one time

and did real well at it.  Then Papa bought some ducks, not wild ducks but,

you know, farm ducks.  And it got Don Carlos all mixed up.  Since the

ducks were always around the yard with nobody shooting at them he knew he

wasn't supposed to kill them, but he had to do something.  So one morning

last spring, when the ground was still soft, he took all the ducks and

buried them."  "What do you mean, buried them?"  "Oh, he didn't hurt them.

He dug little holes all over the yard and picked up the ducks in his mouth

and put them in the holes.  Then he covered them up with mud except for

their heads.  He did thirteen ducks that way and was digging a hole for

another one when Tony found him.  We talked about it for a long time.  Papa

said Don Carlos was afraid the ducks might run away, and since he didn't

know how to build a cage he put them in holes.  He's a smart dog."

        -- R. Bradford, "Red Sky At Morning"

Fortune Cookie

Snow White has become a camera buff.  She spends hours and hours

>shooting pictures of the seven dwarfs and their antics.  Then she

mails the exposed film to a cut rate photo service.  It takes weeks

for the developed film to arrive in the mail, but that is all right

with Snow White.  She clears the table, washes the dishes and sweeps

the floor, all the while singing "Someday my prints will come."

Fortune Cookie

Another day, another dollar.

        -- Vincent J. Fuller, defense lawyer for John Hinckley,

           upon Hinckley's acquittal for shooting President Ronald

           Reagan.

Fortune Cookie

Although written many years ago, Lady Chatterley's Lover has just been

reissued by the Grove Press, and this pictorial account of the

day-to-day life of an English gamekeeper is full of considerable

interest to outdoor minded readers, as it contains many passages on

pheasant-raising, the apprehending of poachers, ways to control vermin,

and other chores and duties of the professional gamekeeper.

Unfortunately, one is obliged to wade through many pages of extraneous

material in order to discover and savour those sidelights on the

management of a midland shooting estate, and in this reviewer's opinion

the book cannot take the place of J. R. Miller's "Practical Gamekeeping."

        -- Ed Zern, "Field and Stream" (Nov. 1959)

Fortune Cookie

Entering the gate and passing the shrubs, the silhouette of a house rose to view, black, low, and rather long; but the guiding light shone nowhere. All was obscurity. Were the inmates retired to rest? I feared it must be so. In seeking the door, I turned an angle: there shot out the friendly gleam again, from the lozenged panes of a very small latticed window, within a foot of the ground, made still smaller by the growth of ivy or some other creeping plant, whose leaves clustered thick over the portion of the house wall in which it was set. The aperture was so screened and narrow, that curtain or shutter had been deemed unnecessary; and when I stooped down and put aside the spray of foliage shooting over it, I could see all within. I could see clearly a room with a sanded floor, clean scoured; a dresser of walnut, with pewter plates ranged in rows, reflecting the redness and radiance of a glowing peat-fire. I could see a clock, a white deal table, some chairs. The candle, whose ray had been my beacon, burnt on the table; and by its light an elderly woman, somewhat rough-looking, but scrupulously clean, like all about her, was knitting a stocking.

Charlotte Bronte     Jane Eyre

While the two crews were yet circling in the waters, reaching out after the revolving line-tubs, oars, and other floating furniture, while aslope little Flask bobbed up and down like an empty vial, twitching his legs upwards to escape the dreaded jaws of sharks; and Stubb was lustily singing out for some one to ladle him up; and while the old man's line--now parting--admitted of his pulling into the creamy pool to rescue whom he could;--in that wild simultaneousness of a thousand concreted perils,--Ahab's yet unstricken boat seemed drawn up towards Heaven by invisible wires,--as, arrow-like, shooting perpendicularly from the sea, the White Whale dashed his broad forehead against its bottom, and sent it, turning over and over, into the air; till it fell again--gunwale downwards--and Ahab and his men struggled out from under it, like seals from a sea-side cave.

Herman Melville     Moby Dick; or The Whale

"Come hither to me--hither, hither," said Peleg, with a significance in his eye that almost startled me. "Look ye, lad; never say that on board the Pequod. Never say it anywhere. Captain Ahab did not name himself. 'Twas a foolish, ignorant whim of his crazy, widowed mother, who died when he was only a twelvemonth old. And yet the old squaw Tistig, at Gayhead, said that the name would somehow prove prophetic. And, perhaps, other fools like her may tell thee the same. I wish to warn thee. It's a lie. I know Captain Ahab well; I've sailed with him as mate years ago; I know what he is--a good man--not a pious, good man, like Bildad, but a swearing good man--something like me--only there's a good deal more of him. Aye, aye, I know that he was never very jolly; and I know that on the passage home, he was a little out of his mind for a spell; but it was the sharp shooting pains in his bleeding stump that brought that about, as any one might see. I know, too, that ever since he lost his leg last voyage by that accursed whale, he's been a kind of moody--desperate moody, and savage sometimes; but that will all pass off. And once for all, let me tell thee and assure thee, young man, it's better to sail with a moody good captain than a laughing bad one. So good-bye to thee--and wrong not Captain Ahab, because he happens to have a wicked name. Besides, my boy, he has a wife--not three voyages wedded--a sweet, resigned girl. Think of that; by that sweet girl that old man has a child: hold ye then there can be any utter, hopeless harm in Ahab? No, no, my lad; stricken, blasted, if he be, Ahab has his humanities!"

Herman Melville     Moby Dick; or The Whale

So he; and, by his admonition stay'd, The Greeks fled not. Then, all around thee stood The daughters of the Ancient of the Deep, Mourning disconsolate; with heav'nly robes They clothed thy corse, and all the Muses nine Deplored thee in full choir with sweetest tones Responsive, nor one Greecian hadst thou seen Dry-eyed, such grief the Muses moved in all. Full sev'nteen days we, day and night, deplored Thy death, both Gods in heav'n and men below, But, on the eighteenth day, we gave thy corse Its burning, and fat sheep around thee slew Num'rous, with many a pastur'd ox moon-horn'd. We burn'd thee clothed in vesture of the Gods, With honey and with oil feeding the flames Abundant, while Achaia's Heroes arm'd, Both horse and foot, encompassing thy pile, Clash'd on their shields, and deaf'ning was the din. But when the fires of Vulcan had at length Consumed thee, at the dawn we stored thy bones In unguent and in undiluted wine; For Thetis gave to us a golden vase Twin-ear'd, which she profess'd to have received From Bacchus, work divine of Vulcan's hand. Within that vase, Achilles, treasured lie Thine and the bones of thy departed friend Patroclus, but a sep'rate urn we gave To those of brave Antilochus, who most Of all thy friends at Ilium shared thy love And thy respect, thy friend Patroclus slain. Around both urns we piled a noble tomb, (We warriors of the sacred Argive host) On a tall promontory shooting far Into the spacious Hellespont, that all Who live, and who shall yet be born, may view Thy record, even from the distant waves. Then, by permission from the Gods obtain'd, To the Achaian Chiefs in circus met Thetis appointed games. I have beheld The burial rites of many an Hero bold, When, on the death of some great Chief, the youths Girding their loins anticipate the prize, But sight of those with wonder fill'd me most, So glorious past all others were the games By silver-footed Thetis giv'n for thee, For thou wast ever favour'd of the Gods. Thus, hast thou not, Achilles! although dead, Foregone thy glory, but thy fair report Is universal among all mankind; But, as for me, what recompense had I, My warfare closed? for whom, at my return, Jove framed such dire destruction by the hands Of fell Ægisthus and my murth'ress wife.

BOOK XXIV     The Odyssey, by Homer

12:2. Bending the bow, and using either hand in hurling stones with slings, and shooting arrows: of the brethren of Saul of Benjamin.

THE FIRST BOOK OF PARALIPOMENON     OLD TESTAMENT

One of the soldiers answered, looking relieved, “Why we were just shooting a rabbit or two, comrade....”

John Reed     Ten Days That Shook the World

They are making hay, too, in Thornfield meadows: or rather, the labourers are just quitting their work, and returning home with their rakes on their shoulders, now, at the hour I arrive. I have but a field or two to traverse, and then I shall cross the road and reach the gates. How full the hedges are of roses! But I have no time to gather any; I want to be at the house. I passed a tall briar, shooting leafy and flowery branches across the path; I see the narrow stile with stone steps; and I see--Mr. Rochester sitting there, a book and a pencil in his hand; he is writing.

Charlotte Bronte     Jane Eyre

“What was the shooting going on around here?”

John Reed     Ten Days That Shook the World

“The organisation at whose head I am is working without rest to unite all the officers and what is left of the _yunker_ schools, and to arm them. The situation cannot be saved except by creating regiments of officers and _yunkers._ Attacking with these regiments, and having gained a first success, we could later gain the aid of the garrison troops; but without that first success it is impossible to count on a single soldier, because thousands of them are divided and terrorised by the scum which exists in every regiment. Most of the Cossacks are tainted by Bolshevik propaganda, thanks to the strange policy of General Dutov, who allowed to pass the moment when by decisive action something could have been obtained. The policy of negotiations and concessions has borne its fruits; all that is respectable is persecuted, and it is the _plebe_ and the criminals who dominate--and nothing can be done except by shooting and hanging them.

John Reed     Ten Days That Shook the World

"That is a serious matter, and we will not discuss it here; let us speak of nothing till we get home. Ali, bring me some water." The count turned up his sleeves, and passed into the little vestibule where the gentlemen were accustomed to wash their hands after shooting. "Come in, my lord," said Philip in a low tone, "and I will show you something droll." Morcerf entered, and in place of the usual target, he saw some playing-cards fixed against the wall. At a distance Albert thought it was a complete suit, for he counted from the ace to the ten. "Ah, ha," said Albert, "I see you were preparing for a game of cards."

Alexandre Dumas, Pere     The Count of Monte Cristo

He could hear shooting ahead of him. Cossacks, hussars, and ragged Russian prisoners, who had come running from both sides of the road, were shouting something loudly and incoherently. A gallant-looking Frenchman, in a blue overcoat, capless, and with a frowning red face, had been defending himself against the hussars. When Petya galloped up the Frenchman had already fallen. "Too late again!" flashed through Petya's mind and he galloped on to the place from which the rapid firing could be heard. The shots came from the yard of the landowner's house he had visited the night before with Dolokhov. The French were making a stand there behind a wattle fence in a garden thickly overgrown with bushes and were firing at the Cossacks who crowded at the gateway. Through the smoke, as he approached the gate, Petya saw Dolokhov, whose face was of a pale-greenish tint, shouting to his men. "Go round! Wait for the infantry!" he exclaimed as Petya rode up to him.

Leo Tolstoy     War and Peace

I was usually at Hammersmith about half the week, and when I was at Hammersmith I haunted Richmond, whereof separately by and by. Herbert would often come to Hammersmith when I was there, and I think at those seasons his father would occasionally have some passing perception that the opening he was looking for, had not appeared yet. But in the general tumbling up of the family, his tumbling out in life somewhere, was a thing to transact itself somehow. In the meantime Mr. Pocket grew grayer, and tried oftener to lift himself out of his perplexities by the hair. While Mrs. Pocket tripped up the family with her footstool, read her book of dignities, lost her pocket-handkerchief, told us about her grandpapa, and taught the young idea how to shoot, by shooting it into bed whenever it attracted her notice.

Charles Dickens     Great Expectations

“You are a fool! Why, my friend, I spent two years in Schlüsselburg for revolutionary activity, when you were still shooting down revolutionists and singing ‘God Save the Tsar!’ My name is Vasili Georgevitch Panyin. Didn’t you ever hear of me?”

John Reed     Ten Days That Shook the World

Soon all the boats but Starbuck's were dropped; all the boat-sails set--all the paddles plying; with rippling swiftness, shooting to leeward; and Ahab heading the onset. A pale, death-glimmer lit up Fedallah's sunken eyes; a hideous motion gnawed his mouth.

Herman Melville     Moby Dick; or The Whale

"As to life in a prison, of course there may be two opinions," said the prince. "I once heard the story of a man who lived twelve years in a prison--I heard it from the man himself. He was one of the persons under treatment with my professor; he had fits, and attacks of melancholy, then he would weep, and once he tried to commit suicide. _His_ life in prison was sad enough; his only acquaintances were spiders and a tree that grew outside his grating-but I think I had better tell you of another man I met last year. There was a very strange feature in this case, strange because of its extremely rare occurrence. This man had once been brought to the scaffold in company with several others, and had had the sentence of death by shooting passed upon him for some political crime. Twenty minutes later he had been reprieved and some other punishment substituted; but the interval between the two sentences, twenty minutes, or at least a quarter of an hour, had been passed in the certainty that within a few minutes he must die. I was very anxious to hear him speak of his impressions during that dreadful time, and I several times inquired of him as to what he thought and felt. He remembered everything with the most accurate and extraordinary distinctness, and declared that he would never forget a single iota of the experience.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky     The Idiot

Back in town excited throngs were moving in tides up and down the Nevsky. Something was in the air. From the Warsaw Railway station could be heard far-off cannonade. In the _yunker_ schools there was feverish activity. Duma members went from barracks to barracks, arguing and pleading, narrating fearful stories of Bolshevik violence--massacre of the _yunkers_ in the Winter Palace, rape of the women soldiers, the shooting of the girl before the Duma, the murder of Prince Tumanov.... In the Alexander Hall of the Duma building the Committee for Salvation was in special session; Commissars came and went, running.... All the journalists expelled from Smolny were there, in high spirits. They did not believe our report of conditions in Tsarskoye. Why, everybody knew that Tsarskoye was in Kerensky’s hands, and that the Cossacks were now at Pulkovo. A committee was being elected to meet Kerensky at the railway station in the morning....

John Reed     Ten Days That Shook the World

He said; they, shooting back the bars, threw wide The gates and saved the people, whom to aid Apollo also sprang into the field, They, parch'd with drought and whiten'd all with dust, Flew right toward the town, while, spear in hand, Achilles press'd them, vengeance in his heart And all on fire for glory. Then, full sure, Ilium, the city of lofty gates, had fallen Won by the Grecians, had not Phoebus roused Antenor's valiant son, the noble Chief Agenor; him with dauntless might he fill'd, And shielding him against the stroke of fate Beside him stood himself, by the broad beech Cover'd and wrapt in clouds. Agenor then, Seeing the city-waster hero nigh Achilles, stood, but standing, felt his mind Troubled with doubts; he groan'd, and thus he mused. Alas! if following the tumultuous flight Of these, I shun Achilles, swifter far He soon will lop my ignominious head. But if, these leaving to be thus dispersed Before him, from the city-wall I fly Across the plain of Troy into the groves Of Ida, and in Ida's thickets lurk, I may, at evening, to the town return Bathed and refresh'd. But whither tend my thoughts? Should he my flight into the plain observe And swift pursuing seize me, then, farewell All hope to scape a miserable death, For he hath strength passing the strength of man. How then--shall I withstand him here before The city? He hath also flesh to steel Pervious, within it but a single life, And men report him mortal, howsoe'er Saturnian Jove lift him to glory now.

BOOK XXI.     The Iliad by Homer

Unmindful of the tedious rope-ladders of the shrouds, the men, like shooting stars, slid to the deck, by the isolated backstays and halyards; while Ahab, less dartingly, but still rapidly was dropped from his perch.

Herman Melville     Moby Dick; or The Whale

"Is a tall man, left-handed, limps with the right leg, wears thick-soled shooting-boots and a grey cloak, smokes Indian cigars, uses a cigar-holder, and carries a blunt pen-knife in his pocket. There are several other indications, but these may be enough to aid us in our search."

Arthur Conan Doyle     The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes

When Franz appeared again on the shore, the yacht only seemed like a small white speck on the horizon. He looked again through his glass, but even then he could not distinguish anything. Gaetano reminded him that he had come for the purpose of shooting goats, which he had utterly forgotten. He took his fowling-piece, and began to hunt over the island with the air of a man who is fulfilling a duty, rather than enjoying a pleasure; and at the end of a quarter of an hour he had killed a goat and two kids. These animals, though wild and agile as chamois, were too much like domestic goats, and Franz could not consider them as game. Moreover, other ideas, much more enthralling, occupied his mind. Since, the evening before, he had really been the hero of one of the tales of the "Thousand and One Nights," and he was irresistibly attracted towards the grotto. Then, in spite of the failure of his first search, he began a second, after having told Gaetano to roast one of the two kids. The second visit was a long one, and when he returned the kid was roasted and the repast ready. Franz was sitting on the spot where he was on the previous evening when his mysterious host had invited him to supper; and he saw the little yacht, now like a sea-gull on the wave, continuing her flight towards Corsica. "Why," he remarked to Gaetano, "you told me that Signor Sinbad was going to Malaga, while it seems he is in the direction of Porto-Vecchio."

Alexandre Dumas, Pere     The Count of Monte Cristo

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