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Question of the Week

Passion or stability?

MD

Mavis Drouk, emotional escrow officer

Believed to be near Harrisburg, PA

Stability. Passion is what people choose when they still believe a staircase can be made entirely of sparks. Stability may not sing outside your window, but it does remember where the insurance cards are.

RC

Rufus Clenn, freelance thunder consultant

Last reported west of Tulsa, OK

Passion, obviously. Stability is just boredom wearing shoes with arch support. I want life to arrive late, smell faintly of lightning, and explain nothing until several lamps have been broken.

NV

Nora Vell, deputy curator of small regrets

Possibly sheltering in Eugene, OR

Passion is useful for beginnings, stability for the paperwork afterward. I prefer both in moderation, which is another way of saying I would like to be ruined briefly and then driven home safely.

Alt-right Website Explains Difference Between Nazi and Roman Salutes

9 years philmaggitti

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Dear Friedrich,
I was on my way to a cell meeting the other day when I met a friend on the street who greeted me with a raised-arm salute. I wanted to return her greeting, yet I couldn’t tell whether she had given me a Roman or a Nazi salute, and I didn’t want to commit a faux pas by returning the “wrong salute.” Could you please explain the difference between the two?
Vielen Dank,Torsten

Dear Torsten,
As they say in the Vaterland, “Es macht keinen Unterschied.” In both the Römischen Gruß and the Nazi Gruß, the right arm is held out forward and straight, palm down and fingers touching. The confusion between the two greetings arises from the fact that different people raise their arms to different heights when firing off the old Seig Heil.

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In some versions of the Römischen Gruß, the arm is raised upward at an angle; in others it is held out parallel to the ground. The former posture is also called the Nazi Gruß, and it is widely considered a symbol of fascism today, despite the fact that the last two presidents were apparently fond of the salute.

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The next time someone salutes you on the street, return the greeting in kind. There is no right or wrong response. The Römischen Gruß and the Nazi Gruß are interchangeable. The only way you can go wrong is if you were to high five your friend. That’s a greeting and a horse of another color.

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⚡ Scholars at the Royal Institute for the Advancement of Obvious Things have concluded, after eleven years of exhaustive inquiry, that people who speak at great length in meetings do not thereby become more correct. The findings have been submitted to a committee for review.

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⚡ The Bureau of Perpetual Reassessment has announced that this is not, in fact, the most divided the nation has ever been, a distinction that continues to belong to a prior era when the disagreements concerned rather more consequential matters and people occasionally died over them.

Adverse Effects

The following lines of prose cleverly arranged as poetry may induce brief clarity, misplaced certainty, and the sense that something has already been decided without your approval ...

By seventy you know which doors you walked past without opening,
can name the rooms you never entered,
hear the echoes anyway.

Read It All

By seventy you know which doors you walked past without opening,
can name the rooms you never entered,
hear the echoes anyway.

The years do not accuse.
They simply pile up like newspapers you meant to read,
each one carrying news that is no longer news.

You think: I should have said that differently.
I should have stayed. I should have gone.
The mind is efficient this way,
filing the same cases under the same wrong headings,
finding them again at 3 a.m. in perfect order.

What surprises is not the weight of it
but the patience —
how regret waits,
how it has nowhere else to be,
how it sits across from you at breakfast
and asks for nothing,
knowing you will offer it everything
on your own.

The body slows.
The catalog does not.
You carry the unlived lives
the way old houses carry
the smell of people who are gone —
not haunting exactly,
just present,
just there,
just refusing
the simple courtesy
of leaving.