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"Возвращение дон Кихота"

Акира Ямаока, Михаил Щербаков, Carmina Burana, Nautilus Pompilius

Count everything because everything counts (c) R. Smullian

A man isn't how he walks or how he speaks. It's what he does (c) Stage beauty

In a republic, who is the country?
Is it the government which is for the moment in the saddle? Why, the government is merely a temporary servant: it cannot be its prerogative to determine what is right and what is wrong, and decide who is a patriot and who isn't. It's function is to obey orders, not originate them.
Who, then is the country? Is it the newspaper? Is it the pulpit? Why, these are mere parts of the country, not the whole of it, they have not command, they have only their little share in the command.
In a monarchy, the king and his family are the country: In a republic it is the common voice of the people each of you, for himself, by himself and on his own responsibility, must speak.
It is a solemn and weighty responsibility, and not lightly to be flung aside at the bullying of pulpit, press, government, or the empty catchphrases of politicians.
Each must for himself alone decide what is right and what is wrong, and which course is patriotic and which isn't. You cannot shirk this and be a man.
To decide it against your convictions is to be an unqualified and inexcusable traitor, both to yourself and to your country, let men label you as they may.
If you alone of all the nation shall decide one way, and that way be the right way according to your convictions of the right, you have your duty by yourself and by your country. Hold up your head. You have nothing to be ashamed of.
Doesn't matter what the press says. Doesn't matter what the politicians or the mobs say. Doesn't matter if the whole country decides that something wrong is something right.
This nation was founded on one principle above all else: The requirement that we stand up for what we believe, no matter the odds or the consequences.
When the mob and the press and the whole world tell you to move, your job is to plant yourself like a tree besides the river of truth, and tell the whole world:
-No, you move.
(c)Марк Твен+Капитан Америка

И тоже вроде бы обвал, и все чисты, невинны сплошь.
И никого из окружающих не упрекнёшь вовек.
И этот, кажется, неплох, и этот будто бы хорош,
и сам я тоже вроде добрый, милый, честный человек.
А вы бы, между прочим, поглядели на меня,
когда я финики казённые со склада воровал,
и вы бы, между прочим, ужаснулись за меня,
когда я их потом втридорога на рынке продавал.
Как пропивал я эти жалкие, несчастные рубли -
всё в одиночку, за углом, бутылки пряча под пальто!..
Вы были б счастливы, что сами до такого не дошли,
а потому что нет гарантии нигде и ни на что.
(с) Щербаков

There's a passage I got memorized. Ezekiel 25:17. "The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy My brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay My vengeance upon you." <...> See, now I'm thinking: maybe it means you're the evil man. And I'm the righteous man. And Mr. 9mm here... he's the shepherd protecting my righteous ass in the valley of darkness. Or it could mean you're the righteous man and I'm the shepherd and it's the world that's evil and selfish. And I'd like that. But that shit ain't the truth. The truth is you're the weak. And I'm the tyranny of evil men. But I'm tryin', Ringo. I'm tryin' real hard to be the shepherd. (c)Pulp Fiction