"Don’t you mean SOME men?"
"Invent me a word
that can encompass this ache,
‘missing’ is too small."
"It seems to me that on one page I recognized a portion of an old diary of mine which mysteriously disappeared shortly after my marriage, and, also, scraps of letters which, though considerably edited, sound to me vaguely familiar. In fact, Mr. Fitzgerald (I believe that is how he spells his name) seems to believe that plagiarism begins at home."
—Zelda Fitzgerald, in a review of her husband’s book in 1922
Reminder that F. Scott Fitzgerald stole his wife’s writing many times, while suppressing her works. See “Save Me the Waltz”, which he forced her to revise so that he could use parts of it in his own book “Tender Is the Night”.
(Source: trishahaddad.com, via poetbabble)
“After this I go to work at a pizza shop. My wife and I were college professors in Bangladesh. I taught accounting. But one dollar in America becomes eighty dollars when we send it back home.”
People forget, when immigrants come to this country they start from scratch. They could have been lawyers in their home country, but in the US..it means nothing. You think a HS diploma from Bangladesh means anything in this country? My mom was a top student in the country, went to all the best school and got the best of everything…but when she got here it meant squat and she was cleaning other people’s homes and scrubbing their toilets. This is why I get pissed of when people talk smack about immigrants. They at least are doing something…..heading for a goal..making sacrifices…what are you doing with your life?
^ My parents were college-educated teachers in their home country and came to the U.S. with nothing but empty pockets, a dash of hope, and a belief in God. They also scrubbed toilets in people’s homes to make enough to provide for their children, and that’s probably not something a lot of educated professionals would be able to do. I know I wouldn’t be able to do it. Pride would get in the way.
THIS IS TOO IMPORTANT.
As someone now doing some janitorial work to survive, I have to say this is HARD WORK, and I come home sore and tired every day. To the people doing these and other jobs (and often several of them at once) to not only to survive but to provide for their families deserves some serious respect.
Well said to the above with regards to education and experience often not carrying over as well.
immigrants are fucking awesome, take the time to talk to a taxi driver, most of them are radical as fuck.
Also, my grandfather immigrated from Hungary where he was an accountant, and he came to Canada and couldn’t even find a job.