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It is boring that each of you always complains of the difficulty of getting a good GPA in college. For me, I am disappointed at my peers in this college rather than myself. I went to Forest Hills high, where I still find some smart kids, and they are not as gross and shallow as some of you. I know it will be too rude towards you to point out his or her name so I will refrain from tell on him or her to others. I know it is hypocritical of me to complain of your bad English grammar but one you will feel ashamed of it. I know it is arrogant to say Baruch College is beneath me, although I am used to be promising and much be expected of. In the high school, I commit a biggest sin in selling myself to the devil for some knowledge. It seems to me that no of you at least this freshman seminar is familiar with the fable of the musician Faust. But I basically did the same thing and now I am the damned. In the college, we need to find something, by which we can be dazed. Bur let us be chaste, never to seduce damsels, for I was punished. we must have true affection to them by getting favor with them. By the way Baruch College makes me humble, less prejudiced against the poor somehow but strengthens my determination to be again the poor.

I am of the Junker. I was supportive of a lost cause, which cost me my life, only to find myself lost everything. But this history that by birth I was a Junker cannot be erased forever. Believing in class division, I on behalf of the good bygone bourgeois will never tolerate admit and accept any proletarian. With the land of Prussian beinf stained with the pure, crimson blood of the Junker, I will resuscitate for sure.

Für Frieden Freiheit Und Demokratie Nie Wieder Faschismus Millionen Tote Mahnen

For peace, freedom and democracy never again fascism millions of dead remind [us]

I was trained to a soldier in a way wisdom is solely my weapon and grades with honor is only my reward. I lost the war, which is horrific and gruel, as much as, the defeat will haunt me down to death.

Old soldiers never die; they just fade away Douglas MacArthur

It is boring that each of you always complains of the difficulty of getting a good GPA in college. For me, I am disappointed at my peers in this college rather than myself. I went to Forest Hills high, where I still find some smart kids, and they are not as gross and shallow as some of you. I know it will be too rude towards you to point out his or her name so I will refrain from tell on him or her to others. I know it is hypocritical of me to complain of your bad English grammar but one you will feel ashamed of it. I know it is arrogant to say Baruch College is beneath me, although I am used to be promising and much be expected of. In the high school, I commit a biggest sin in selling myself to the devil for some knowledge. It seems to me that no of you at least this freshman seminar is familiar with the fable of the musician Faust. But I basically did the same thing and now I am the damned. In the college, we need to find something, by which we can be dazed. Bur let us be chaste, never to seduce damsels, for I was punished. we must have true affection to them by getting favor with them. By the way Baruch College makes me humble, less prejudiced against the poor somehow but strengthens my determination to be again the poor.

I am of the Junker. I was supportive of a lost cause, which cost me my life, only to find myself lost everything. But this history that by birth I was a Junker cannot be erased forever. Believing in class division, I on behalf of the good bygone bourgeois will never tolerate admit and accept any proletarian. With the land of Prussian beinf stained with the pure, crimson blood of the Junker, I will resuscitate for sure.

Für Frieden Freiheit Und Demokratie Nie Wieder Faschismus Millionen Tote Mahnen

For peace, freedom and democracy never again fascism millions of dead remind [us]

I was trained to a soldier in a way wisdom is solely my weapon and grades with honor is only my reward. I lost the war, which is horrific and gruel, as much as, the defeat will haunt me down to death.

Old soldiers never die; they just fade away Douglas MacArthur

Soobin certainly visited Sidney Mishkin Gallery and write pretty positive about Milt Hinton’s art, namely, his photographs. But I somehow want to downplay the values of them in that I find them too down-to-earth and not aesthetically beautiful. George Eliot once art says should be realistic, serving also the common and those who in the dark. I favor the dangerous but seductive ideas proposed by Oscar Wilde that holds art is useless and maybe immoral. Hinton photo are realistic and maybe even morally right but not beautiful in a way  they mostly depict the struggles of music artists , uplift us but lack the very sense of beauty. In addition, they are also not so colorful  (I know I should blame this for the lack of technology advancement at that time) that they rarely linger on in my memory. But when I juxtapose them with the photos of a young Jodie Foster, I must confess to the fact that what is idealistic and perfect endure in my mind longer than what is some ugly but realistic. While she is not as pretty as she used to be, her young and glamorous beauty as an object to be observed like a nymph does give a strong impression on me and others , solely for she was beautiful. The contents of a photo are much more important than the technique it is taken in determining the value of it. I do not want to be provocative to photographers. But in light of the fact photo do not need as much photographers as objects, especially in the Age of Technology those days ; I favor the ostensive beauty of the photos of a young Jodie Foster

Soobin certainly visited Sidney Mishkin Gallery and write pretty positive about Milt Hinton’s art, namely, his photographs. But I somehow want to downplay the values of them in that I find them too down-to-earth and not aesthetically beautiful. George Eliot once art says should be realistic, serving also the common and those who in the dark. I favor the dangerous but seductive ideas proposed by Oscar Wilde that holds art is useless and maybe immoral. Hinton photo are realistic and maybe even morally right but not beautiful in a way  they mostly depict the struggles of music artists , uplift us but lack the very sense of beauty. In addition, they are also not so colorful  (I know I should blame this for the lack of technology advancement at that time) that they rarely linger on in my memory. But when I juxtapose them with the photos of a young Jodie Foster, I must confess to the fact that what is idealistic and perfect endure in my mind longer than what is some ugly but realistic. While she is not as pretty as she used to be, her young and glamorous beauty as an object to be observed like a nymph does give a strong impression on me and others , solely for she was beautiful. The contents of a photo are much more important than the technique it is taken in determining the value of it. I do not want to be provocative to photographers. But in light of the fact photo do not need as much photographers as objects, especially in the Age of Technology those days ; I favor the ostensive beauty of the photos of a young Jodie Foster

Our tragedy today is a general and universal physical fear so long sustained by now that we can even bear it. There are no longer problems of the spirit. There is only the question: When will I be blown up? Because of this, the young man or woman writing today has forgotten the problems of the human heart in conflict with itself which alone can make good writing because only that is worth writing about, worth the agony and the sweat.

He must learn them again. He must teach himself that the basest of all things is to be afraid; and, teaching himself that, forget it forever, leaving no room in his workshop for anything but the old verities and truths of the heart, the old universal truths lacking which any story is ephemeral and doomed — love and honor and pity and pride and compassion and sacrifice. Until he does so, he labors under a curse. He writes not of love but of lust, of defeats in which nobody loses anything of value, of victories without hope and, worst of all, without pity or compassion. His griefs grieve on no universal bones, leaving no scars. He writes not of the heart but of the glands.

Until he relearns these things, he will write as though he stood among and watched the end of man. I decline to accept the end of man. It is easy enough to say that man is immortal simply because he will endure: that when the last ding-dong of doom has clanged and faded from the last worthless rock hanging tideless in the last red and dying evening, that even then there will still be one more sound: that of his puny inexhaustible voice, still talking. I refuse to accept this. I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail. He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance.

From the speech accepting the Nobel Prize in literature by William Faulkner

He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. And when you gaze long into an abyss the abyss also gazes into you. ”

Beyond Good and Evil