Aral Vorkosigan

  • Jul. 1st, 2007 at 11:31 AM
naanima: ([Misc] Stepping off the cliff)
I bought the Cordelia compilation (Cordelia's Honor and Barrayar) awhile back, and have been making my way through it at a nice leisurely pace as opposed to mainlining both books in the time span of 24 hours when I first discovered the series. I always forget just how much Aral Vorkosigan kicks ass, how amazingly brilliant he is (without the ego), and how unlike Miles he is. The thing with Aral is that by the time the reader was introduced to him he had already came into his own - he knew who he was, and what he wanted, all the wisdom that comes with age. He breaks events down to pieces, simplify it down to its molecules, and then reform it, change it, and nothing can stop him, not when he and Cordelia will expect anything less from him. It is all of those things that make Aral Vorkosigan one of my all time favourite male fictional characters ever.

“At a distance, in space, there's the illusion of a clean and glorious fight. Almost abstract. It might be a simulation, or a game. Reality doesn't break in unless your ship is hit.”

Aral Vorkosigan, Shards Of Honor.

Specialization is for insects

  • Dec. 24th, 2006 at 7:38 PM
naanima: ([Misc] Don't look back)
"A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects."

-- Robert A. Heinlein.

ETA: Have a wonderful Christmas Eve everyone.



  • Jul. 17th, 2005 at 7:07 PM
naanima: (Smile)
The Harry Potter mania escapes me. But for those who are all about the HP love; have fun and hopefully the book is everything you guys has hoped for. I'm off to re-read Barrayar.

Words to Live By:
One step at a time, I can walk around the world. Watch me.
- Aral Vorkosigan, Barrayar.


vorkosigan quotes

  • Apr. 4th, 2005 at 3:43 PM
naanima: (caffine)
His mother had often said, When you choose an action, you choose the consequences of that action. She had emphasized the corollary of this axiom even more vehemently: when you desired a consequence you had damned well better take the action that would create it.
-- Miles Vorkosigan, from Lois McMaster Bujold, Memory 1996.

Because I need a break from maths and law, and [ profile] sadieko started it.


Reputation is what other people know about you. Honor is what you know about yourself.
-- Aral Vorkosigan, from Lois McMaster Bujold, A Civil Campaign, 1999.

[EDIT: Pope John Paul II has died. I'm a bit stunned. He was the last public figure of his generation that I truly admired. The Queen Mother Elizabeth and Mother Teresa being the other two figures I admired greatly that had passed away in the past decade. Talk about the end of an era.]

[EDIT 2: And Andre Norton passed away on the 17th of March?!]

Lois McMaster Bujold

  • Feb. 2nd, 2005 at 12:33 AM
naanima: (love story - lowdownbeat)
Re-read A Civil Campaign and Barrayar today. I get the urge to cackle evilly every time I get to the bit where Cordelia gate-crush the Vor Lord's meeting by dumping the head of the Pretender at their feet. She's so cool.


"Guard your honor. Let your reputation fall where it will. And outlive the bastards."

-- A Civil Campaign, Lois McMaster Bujold

(As said by Lord Aral Vorkosigan because Miles sometimes miss the bloody obvious.)


I should sleep. I need sleep. Hmm, I think I'm going to go and re-read Memory. (Damn it, I need more novels by Bujold.)

Miles Vorkosigan

  • Sep. 25th, 2004 at 1:50 PM
naanima: (Default)
"I saved the dirt." - Lord Miles Vorkosigan to his future wife in Komarr.

I have issues. Yes, I do. But at least I'm trying to work through them, now. And I can finally relax after three weeks of none stop stress and work.

Have been reading Lois McMaster Bujold. In the past two days have gone through Komarr, A Civil Campaign and Memory. Imperial Auditor Miles Vorkosigan is like no other fictional character I have ever encountered before. In a completely good way. He's complex, intelligent, and damn blind at times. But the man tries damn hard. There's just so many things about the dwarf that I adore to bits. And let's not forget the rest of the cast. Mile's amazing parents, The Count and Countess Aral Vorkosigan and Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan. You can't help but respect the Count, but it's Cordelia that you want to please. Oh, and Simon Illyan! How can anyone NOT like the old man. Over 50 years of intrigue and running an intelligence agency with a questionable inheritance of office system. LOVE!

And lastly, Lord Mark Vorkosigan. What can you say about Mark that wouldn't be highly conflicting and coming out sounding wrong? Mark is Miles legal brother, though he is Miles' clone. Raised as a weapon against the Vorkosigan and being forced to be like Miles and not himself.... Mark have a Thing when it comes to Miles. Not the friendly thing, but more like a hate Thing though that does get resolved. Despite everything, you can't help but love the fat (a way to deal), greedy (successful), little (in order to look like Miles) man.

LOVE this SERIES!!!!!

*runs off to read Paladin of Souls*

[EDIT: And I can't believe I had forgotten Ivan "You idiot" Vorpatril. LOVE the MAN! LOVE! Even if he's forever stuck in the phase of 16-yr-old teenager. But how can you not love a man who's just so idiotically likable (but seriously he isn't stupid, Ivan have moments of sheer brilliance, it is just that he's an idiot).]
naanima: (serene)
Something that I had to read for a grammar class I went to that only talked about essay structure (don't ask).

"Transmutation was, of course, an age-old dream. But to men like me, with a theoretical bent of mind, what was most exciting about the 1930s was that there began to open up evolution of nature. I must explain that phrase. I began here by talking about the day of Creation, and I will do that again. Where shall I start? Archbishop James Ussher of Armagh, a long time ago, about 1650, said that the universe was created in 4004 BC. Armed as he was with dogma and ignorance, he brooked no rebuttal. He or another cleric knew the year, the date, the day of the week, the hour, which I have fortunately forgotten. But the puzzle of the age of the world remained, and remained a paradox, well into the 1900s: because it was then clear that the earth was many, many millions of years old, we could not conceive where the energy came from in the sun and the stars to keep them going so long. By then we had Einstein’s equations, of course, which showed that the loss of matter would produce energy. But how was that matter rearranged?"

And I have no idea who wrote this. If anyone out there recognise the above please tell me. I'd really like to get the reference for this quote. Not for any moral reason, but for the sole purpose of hunting it down and reading it myself.

As a side note: Roger Bacon of the Shadow Hearts PS2 game is based on an actual person in history. Apparently, the real Roger Bacon was alive during the Middle Ages (1200s) and was famous for his scientific writing (alchemy), and was the man who first invented lenses (for spectacles and telescopes, he was also an astronomer). Unfortunately, the Church weren’t exactly happy with his ideals, and well, his life didn’t exactly end happy.

Here ends your not exactly precise history lesson. If you’re interested google it.
naanima: (Default)
"Beneath the social ought to be the natural. Beneath the duties that tie us to individuals, there ought to be a duty that ties us to all men and women whatever their relation to us. In fact, beneath the social, the historical, there is nothing at all.

When a Jew could no longer appeal to his fellow German as a neighbour, as a friend, as a relation, as a partner, as a fellow Jew even, when at the end, naked at the barbed wire, he could only appeal to the man with a whip as a fellow human being, then it was more than too late. When men confront each other as men, as abstract universals, one with power, the other with none, then man is certain to behave as a wolf to his own kind.

... we recognise our mutual humanity in our differences, in our individuality, in our history, in our faithful discharge of our particular culture of obligations. There is no identity we can recognise in our universality. There is no such things as love of the human race, only the love of this person for that, in this time and not in any other.

... woe betide any man who depends on the abstract humanity of another for his food and protection. Woe betide any person who has no state, no family, no neighbourhood, no community that can stand behind to enforce his claim of need."

Michael Ignatieff, The needs of strangers. pp 52-53.



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