Fråga: Vad tror det är som driver människan framåt? Själv är jag böjd till att tro att girigheten är den ultima drivkraften. Då menar jag girighet i både psykiskt och fysiskt plan. D.v.s en girighet i mental och materiell åtrå. Jag tror då följdaktligen att girighet är det som formar vårt samhälle. Inte så direkt upplyftande eller hur? (Samuel Sannsell)
Svar: Borgare brukar säga att människan drivs av egennyttan. Gunnar Adler Karlsson skrev att vi drivs framåt av vår lathet (därav alla tids och människobesparande uppfinningar). En del tror att de kan hitta den genetiska koden som förklarar artens vilja att växa och utvecklas, andra att det är svårt att se nån utveckling överhuvudtaget. Själv tror jag at vi drivs framåt av vår kultur. Vårt sociala vara. Poängen med den tesen är att en kultur kan fyllas med olika gemensamma drivkrafter. I ett samhälle som premierar egennyttan, får den större betydelse. I ett samhälle som premierar samarbete får det beteendet större betydelse. Visst föder din tanke deppiga dagar. Men jag läste en gång några rader om mänsklighetens märkliga förmåga att sätta sig själv inför hotet om utplåning (genom kärnvapenkriget). Det märkliga stod det, är inte att människan har detta terrorvapen i sin hand. Det fantastiska är att man trots fingrarna på knappen under femtio år, ännu inte tryckt av.
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He always looked forward to the evening drives through the centre of Shanghai, this electric and lurid city, more exciting than any other in the world. As they reached the Bubbling Well Road he pressed his face to the windshield and gazed at the pavements lined with night-clubs and gambling dens, crowded with bar-girls and gangsters and rich beggars with their bodyguards. Crowds of gamblers pushed their way into the jai alai stadiums, blocking the traffic in the Bubbling Well Road. An armoured police van with two Thompson guns mounted in a steel turret above the driver swung in front of the Packard and cleared the pavement. A party of young Chinese women in sequinned dresses tripped over a child's coffin decked with paper flowers. Arms linked together, they lurched against the radiator grille of the Packard and swayed past Jim's window, slapping the windshield with their small hands and screaming obscenities. Nearby, along the windows of the Sun Sun department store in the Nanking Road, a party of young European jews were fighting in and out of the strolling crowds with a gang of older German boys in the swastika armbands of the Graf Zeppelin Club. Chased by the police sirens, they ran through the entrance of the Cathay Theatre, the world's largest cinema, where a crowd of Chinese shopgirls and typists, beggars and pickpockets spilled in the street to watch people arriving for the evening performance. As they stepped from their limousines the women steered their long skirts through the honour guard of fifty hunchbacks in mediaeval costume. Three months earlier, when his parents had taken Jim to the premiere of The Hunchback of Notre Dame, there had been two hundred hunchbacks, recruited by the management of the theatre from every back alley in Shanghai. As always, the spectacle outside the theatre for exceeded anything shown on its screen.
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It is my belief that the writer, the free-lance author, should be and must be a critic of the society in which he lives. It is easy enough, and always profitable, to rail away at national enemies beyond the sea, at foreign powers beyond our borders who question the prevailing order. But the moral duty of the free writer is to begin his work at home; to be a critic of his own community, his own country, his own culture. If the writer is unwilling to fill this part, then the writer should abandon pretense and find another line of work: become a shoe repairman, a brain surgeon, a janitor, a cowboy, a nuclear physicist, a bus driver.
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'A tour bus driver is driving with a bus load of seniors down a highway when he is tapped on his shoulder by a little old lady. She offers him a handful of peanuts, which he gratefully munches up. After about 15 minutes, she taps him on his shoulder again and she hands him another handful of peanuts. She repeats this gesture about five more times. When she is about to hand him another batch again he asks the little old lady, 'Why don't you eat the peanuts yourself?' 'We can't chew them because we've no teeth', she replied. The puzzled driver asks, 'Why do you buy them then?' The old lady replied, 'We just love the chocolate around them.''
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'A truck driver was driving along on the freeway. A sign comes up that reads, ' Low Bridge Ahead.' Before he knows it, the bridge is right ahead of him and he gets stuck under the bridge. Cars are backed up for miles. Finally, a police car comes up. The cop gets out of his car and walk s to the truck driver, puts his hands on his hips and says, 'Got stuck, huh?' The truck driver says, 'No, I was delivering this bridgeand ran out of gas.'
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'A truck driver was driving along on the freeway. A sign comes up that reads, ' Low Bridge Ahead.' Before he knows it, the bridge is right ahead of him and he gets stuck under the bridge. Cars are backed up for miles. Finally, a police car comes up. The cop gets out of his car and walk s to the truck driver, puts his hands on his hips and says, 'Got stuck, huh?' The truck driver says, 'No, I was delivering this bridgeand ran out of gas.'
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'A tour bus driver is driving with a bus load of seniors down a highway when he is tapped on his shoulder by a little old lady. She offers him a handful of peanuts, which he gratefully munches up. After about 15 minutes, she taps him on his shoulder again and she hands him another handful of peanuts. She repeats this gesture about five more times. When she is about to hand him another batch again he asks the little old lady, 'Why don't you eat the peanuts yourself?' 'We can't chew them because we've no teeth', she replied. The puzzled driver asks, 'Why do you buy them then?' The old lady replied, 'We just love the chocolate around them.''
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I assure you that the training that you get in a midget, in a sprint car and perhaps in a Silver Crown car is really the kind of experience that makes you into a damn good race driver.
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I thought (old) 7 was a great risk-reward hole. You could hit driver. You could hit fairway wood, or even iron, off the tee, depending on what you feel you could do. Now you're hitting driver where usually we're hitting 3-woods or 2-irons. It's playing totally different now.
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People love to admit they have bad handwriting or that they can't do math. And they will readily admit to being awkward 'I'm such a klutz' But they will never admit to having a poor sense of humor or being a bad driver.
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Ledaren är den våg som driver skeppet framåt.
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Buckfield, Maine, has a rather unusual law regarding cab drivers and sex. The legislation declares that no taxi driver 'will be allowed' to charge a fare to any passenger who give him 'sexual favors' in return for a ride home from a nightclub or other 'establishment which serves alcoholic beverages,' or any 'place of business' selling liquor. [Well I think we all know what folks do when they're a little short of cash and far from home afterhours in Buckfield.]
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Everyone is in awe of the lion tamer in a cage with half a dozen lions -- everyone but a school bus driver
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And every soul shall come, with it a driver and a witness.
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It seems to make an auto driver mad if he misses you.
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There are some similar aspects to all these communities. There is a robust economy in a couple of key areas -- tourism is a key driver as well as professional services. We view this as yet another external validation of the strength of the Florida economy and, therefore, the strength of our strategic plan to develop the economy.
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The main driver today is Tropical Storm Rita. We really can't afford to lose more production.
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If you have an important point to make, don't try to be subtle or clever. Use the pile driver. Hit the point once. Then come back and hit it again. Then hit it a third time; a tremendous whack.
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I am now here in Congress I am at liberty to vote as my conscience and judgment dictates to be right, without the yoke of any party on me, or the driver at my heels, with his whip in hand, commanding me to ge-wo-haw, just at his pleasure.
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That she's the worst driver in the history of drivers. If I know she's going somewhere, I stay home. When asked what time has taught him about Jennifer Aniston
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I shan't be pulling the levers there but I shall be a very good back-seat driver.
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You don't have to worry about whether the car is set up right or not, you know it is, and it's down to you. Ultimately, that's what every driver wants.
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The one thing you shouldn't do is try to tell a cab driver how to get somewhere.
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Love is a driver, bitter and fierce if you fight and resist him, Easy-going enough once you acknowledge his power.
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We anticipate long term relationships with both Kimi and Juan Pablo and consequently, the team is not in negotiations with any other driver, including Michael Schumacher.
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Most cars on our roads have only one occupant, usually the driver.
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A careful driver is one who honks his horn when he goes through a red light.
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If you have an important point to make, don't try to be subtle or clever. Use a pile driver. Hit the point once. Then come back and hit it again. Then hit it a third time - a tremendous whack.
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The reason there are two senators for each state is so that one can be the designated driver.
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If a woman driver ahead of you signals a left turn, be careful, she may turn left.
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