:: Bad Mutha F**ker ::

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 goodwill, shepherds the weak through the valley of 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 would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee.

- Quentin Tarantino, Pulp Fiction

From one of the seminal movie of the nineties, this belongs squarely in the bad-ass category. Playing Jules Winnfeld established (stereotyped) Samuel L. Jackson as a take no nonsense character in movies. Just look at his roles in the ten years since this movie. Shaft, Mace Windu, Agent Augustus Gibbons, Sgt Don 'Hondo' Harelson, Coach Carter... All of them own a debt of gratitude to Jules Winnfeld. He was the first and best of them.

dagger's useless info time: In the movie, Jules refer to the quoted passage as Ezekiel 27:17. For those of you with bibles on hand, can you find this book? *grinz*

:: Mother of last minute rescues ::

We begin with my favourite passage from arguably the finest fiction writer of modern times. From the chapter, The Siege of Gondor, the armies of Mordor have massed outside the city of Minas Tirith. Denethor, Steward of Gondor, has gone mad with grief over the hurts of his son, Faramir, and deep in the midsts of despair. The soldiers are scared witless by the presence of the Nazgul, and overwhelmed by the seemingly impossible task of defending the city. Grond, the great battering ram of the dark forces have shattered the great gates. The Witchking of Angmar, Lord of the Nazgul, walks in the doorway which no enemy has passed through before. The only person barring his way is Gandalf the White. In defiance, he calls out to the Witchking, ordering him to return to the dark land whence he came. Laughing at Gandalf, the Nazgul replies that this is his time.

Gandalf did not move. And in that very moment, away behind in some courtyard of the City, a cock crowed. Shrill and clear he crowed, reeking nothing of wizardry or war, welcoming only the morning that in the sky far above the shadows of death was coming with the dawn.

And as if in answer, there came from far away another note. Horns, horns, horns. In dark Mindolluin's side they dimly echoed. Great horns of the North wildly blowing. Rohan had come at last.

- J.R.R. Tolkien, LotR: The Return of the King

:: About this blog ::

So there I was, collecting passages that I like from books, movies and all sorts of medium. Then it struck me at work: why don't I put them up in a blog? Sounds like something that no one has done before. Maybe I can be the first in starting a new trend! Yeah like who still reads books nowadays anyway. That's so passe...

Be that as it may (always wanted to use this phrase ever since Kill Bill Vol 1), I have now officially started dagger's Reading Bar! From now on, this is going to be the repositary for all the stuff which I like to read every now and then. These are the stuff which probably 1. moves me, 2. sounds cool and bad-ass, 3. full of meaning and 4. just plain agreeable with little ol' me.

One last thing. Haven't brushed up on my cyber laws for a while but...

Disclaimer: This is not a for profit site. I am not profiting from the use of copyrighted material so I think it is okay to post them right? If not, please don't sue me. Just tell me to take them down and I'll gladly do so can? Okay so it's not a proper disclaimer. But gimme a break can?