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Pretty simplistic in it's duality, the one exception being the final verse. I would've made more of an emphasis on the essential ties of life and death as a duo of existence rather than complete opposites.
Since the bandwagon for this has appeared...
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What about this poem? Kinda big though:
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
“’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;—
This it is and nothing more.”
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;—
Darkness there and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”—
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
“Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—
’Tis the wind and nothing more!”
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door—
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as “Nevermore.”
But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—
Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before—
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.”
Then the bird said “Nevermore.”
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of ‘Never—nevermore’.”
But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,
But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
“Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—
On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—
Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—
“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted—nevermore!
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
“’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;—
This it is and nothing more.”
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;—
Darkness there and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”—
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
“Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—
’Tis the wind and nothing more!”
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door—
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as “Nevermore.”
But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—
Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before—
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.”
Then the bird said “Nevermore.”
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of ‘Never—nevermore’.”
But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,
But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
“Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—
On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—
Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—
“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted—nevermore!
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The Raven is a pretty good poem in it's highlighting of themes regarding death's looming presence. Not much more to say about it than that.
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Do you still think SSJ multiplier is ~2x in DBS Manga? If yes, why? I don't recall any feats that imply the multiplier shrunk.
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Yes. The Base Saiyan's capability against opponents such as Initial Hit and Base Gohan not being leagues behind Piccolo would suggest the gap between Base and SSJ is no longer what it used to be. The only time a large gap between the forms was suggested would probably be SSJ Galu stomping the Pride Troopers, which doesn't require much more than a 2x gap when their combined efforts were barely enough to gain the edge against his base self.
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Do you think the animated version of Joe's finial fight against Jose is better or worse than the manga?
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Better. The hallucinations he has of fighting Rikiishi during the fight in the anime really help sell the idea that each of his rivalries was overall just an extension of the core rivalry and bond he felt with Rikiishi. Also, the anime's art is great.Pocket-Gog~ said:
Black or dark brown for hair, though sometimes the dark auburn shade that tends to be prominent occasionally in Asia. For eyes, hazel or green.Mr. Giraffe said:
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Either Chinese or Turkish, though the latter would be a contender purely because of Donner Kebabs.Gin said:
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Japanese since I'd much rather visit Japan than Spain or Mexico, plus literary-wise it would mean I wouldn't have to rely on translations for the more niche manga.
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MangaVoid said:
Dragon Ball Volumes 1-3, 12-15, 24-30 (VIZBig 3-in-1 versions)
Dragon Ball Volumes 40-41/DBZ Volumes 25-26
Dragon Ball Full Colour all of the Saiyan Arc and Freeza Arc Volumes 1-2
Fullmetal Alchemist Volumes 4-12 (VIZ 3-In-1s)
One Piece Volumes 1-42, 56, 61-70
Mobile Suit Gundam: The Origin Volume 1
Berserk Volumes 1-4
All the current Viz 3-in-1s of Vagabond
Death Note Volumes 8-12, "How to Read" extra volume and Black edition volume 1
Rurouni Kenshin Volumes 7-9 (Viz 3-in-1)
Kinnikuman Volumes 38-42, 45-46, 49, 51
Kinnikuman Nisei/Ultimate Muscle Volumes 21-28
JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Phantom Blood Volumes 1-3
JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Battle Tendency Volumes 1-4
JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Stardust Crusaders Volumes 1-4
Saint Seiya Volumes 5-28
Naruto Volumes 1-9 (Viz 3-in-1)
Lone Wolf and Cub Volumes 1-2, 10-11 (Dark Horse Omnibus editions)
All of the remastered volumes of Sailor Moon
All of Gou Dere Sora Nagihara
Uzumaki
Yu-Gi-Oh! Volumes 1-3
Yu-Gi-Oh! 5ds Volumes 1-8
A lot of these were part of collections my cousin decided to give to me, so probably forgetting quite a few misc ones.
Novels
Legend of the Galactic Heroes Volumes 1-6
A Song of Ice and Fire Books 1-5 part 1
The Hobbit, The Lord of the Rings trilogy and the Silmarillion
Don't own any Graphic Novels any more, but I used to own a graphic novel adaption of The Hobbit as well as a few Star Wars comics.
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Haven't watched it in about a month now since watching The Sopranos on Sky. I prefer B5, but it takes a lot less effort to put on the TV than put on the dvd, so I'll wait till I'm finished with that series to get back to B5.
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No. I have an apprenticeship in Digital Marketing now.
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Rank these transformations from less strainful to more strainful?:
~ SSJ
~ SSJ Grade 2
~ SSJ Grade 3
~ FPSSJ
~ SSJ2
~ SSJ3
~ SSJG
~ SSJB (Manga)
~ PSSJB
~ SSJ
~ SSJ Grade 2
~ SSJ Grade 3
~ FPSSJ
~ SSJ2
~ SSJ3
~ SSJG
~ SSJB (Manga)
~ PSSJB
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SSJ Grade 3
SS3
SSB
PSSB
SSG
SSJ Grade 2
SS2
SSJ
FPSSJ
Grade 3 and SS3 are obviously big wastes of Ki when considering Galu found SSG a preferable option in conserving Ki against Kale and Caulifla in the anime rather than using SS3. We don't have much to compare them thoroughly, though Trunks not even attempting a Ki blast in the manga iirc would have me view the sheer act of using Grade 3 as more strenuous.
The rest don't need much to talk about. SSG has constantly been shown as more Ki efficient than SSB and whilst PSSB seems to be fine for constant use by the time of the ToP, it out to still take quite the toll on one's stamina when considering Goku didn't use it right from the get-go against Toppo and Dyspo. SSG has a clear limit on it's first use and even afterwards doesn't feel like a common occurence. The others were never shown as particularly strenuous other than Grade 2 being implied to be so through Vegeta never using it after the 2nd Rosat trip in favour of mastering SSJ.
SS3
SSB
PSSB
SSG
SSJ Grade 2
SS2
SSJ
FPSSJ
Grade 3 and SS3 are obviously big wastes of Ki when considering Galu found SSG a preferable option in conserving Ki against Kale and Caulifla in the anime rather than using SS3. We don't have much to compare them thoroughly, though Trunks not even attempting a Ki blast in the manga iirc would have me view the sheer act of using Grade 3 as more strenuous.
The rest don't need much to talk about. SSG has constantly been shown as more Ki efficient than SSB and whilst PSSB seems to be fine for constant use by the time of the ToP, it out to still take quite the toll on one's stamina when considering Goku didn't use it right from the get-go against Toppo and Dyspo. SSG has a clear limit on it's first use and even afterwards doesn't feel like a common occurence. The others were never shown as particularly strenuous other than Grade 2 being implied to be so through Vegeta never using it after the 2nd Rosat trip in favour of mastering SSJ.
