![I sick, I have nervous stomach. I can hardly eat. I'm taking lot of vitamins and I'm getting stronger. But I still sick.” [...] Clemente said he's been bothered by stomach trouble since last August. "During the winter I feel real bad. I lost 18 pounds but I've picked my weight back up a little since then. I don't feel too strong and sometimes when I run I get short of breath. Sometime I feel good and sometime I don't feel like playing ball at all.” [...] "If I get a little stronger, I hit with more power and I help the club more. (Roberto Clemente)](https://cdn.quotesdtb.com/img/quotes_images_webp/87/roberto-clemente-august-bad-1004087.webp)
I sick, I have nervous stomach. I can hardly eat. I'm taking lot of vitamins and I'm getting stronger. But I still sick.” [...] Clemente said he's been bothered by stomach trouble since last August. "During the winter I feel real bad. I lost 18 pounds but I've picked my weight back up a little since then. I don't feel too strong and sometimes when I run I get short of breath. Sometime I feel good and sometime I don't feel like playing ball at all.” [...] "If I get a little stronger, I hit with more power and I help the club more.
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I feel better now than I did at any time last season; the shoulder really hurt me bad last year. The left shoulder still gives me some trouble. It makes me swing differently. I have to adjust. Sometimes I find I'm over-cutting the ball. That is not my natural style. I used to swing and I just knew I could hit the ball hard. I knew when I could hit to right field, when I could pull. Now it's different. I have to force myself more than I ever did. Maybe it's because I'm getting old. Maybe.
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This thing here, which looks like a wooden club, is actually several pieces of particular wood cunningly put together in a certain way so that the whole thing is sprung, like a dance floor. It's for hitting cricket balls with. If you get it right, the cricket ball will travel two hundred yards in four seconds, and all you've done is give it a knock like knocking the top off a bottle of stout, and it makes a noise like a trout taking a fly. What we're trying to do is to write cricket bats, so that when we throw up an idea and give it a little knock, it might...travel.
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I know very few who are willing to die for their convictions. I wouldn't be hit on the head with a billy club or have mace squirted in my face. When I was younger and a radical at American University maybe... as a matter of fact, I was at the march on the Pentagon just last year, right in the front taking pictures, just being there to find out what was happening, and I was knocked down and stepped on. I don't want to do that again. It didn't accomplish anything. They lied about everything that happened. Everything in the newspapers were just lies.
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Much as I admire Tolkien, I once again always felt like Gandalf should have stayed dead. That was such an incredible sequence in Fellowship of the Ring when he faces the Balrog on the Khazad-dûm and he falls into the gulf, and his last words are, "Fly, you fools." What power that had, how that grabbed me. And then he comes back as Gandalf the White, and if anything he's sort of improved. I never liked Gandalf the White as much as Gandalf the Grey, and I never liked him coming back. I think it would have been an even stronger story if Tolkien had left him dead.
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She moved nearer, leaned her shoulder against me- and we were one, and something flowed from her into me, and I knew: this is how it must be. I knew it with every nerve, and every hair, and every heartbeat, so sweet it verged on pain. And what joy to submit to this "must." A piece of iron must feel such joy as it submits to the precise, inevitable law that draws it to a magnet. Or a stone, thrown up, hesitating for a moment, then plunging headlong back to earth. Or a man, after the final agony, taking a last deep breath - and dying.
Yevgeny Zamyatin
