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"After what I just saw, procedure just went out the fucking window."
"I understand that it's felt like every man for himself. If we're going to get out of this... a little fucking solidarity goes a long way. We all want to survive, right?"
"There will always be law and you will pay for what you've done. Even if that means I have to pull the sick out of you."
"I'm gonna fucking carve you up!"
"I was younger than you when I first came onboard. Funny, I can't even remember what life was like before this flight began. It's all I have."
"I guess this thing does land itself. Doesn't float too well though, does it?"
"This... truly is Noah's Ark. This archive holds the world we are going to live in."
"You think I survived this long trusting strangers?"
"Oh, how the whole world cheered to the thunder of earth's mightiest creation—Elysium. One small spark to ignite the heavens for the heroes to venture farther and farther than any of mankind's machines! And we slept. We slept a slumber so deep that no one had dared before...as three little Indians were left to mind the store."
"Three little Indians with the burden to bear. No more law. Nothing left to care. Just three little souls whose destiny had become undone because there was chop chop chop chop... then there was only one. One little Indian left."
"One little Indian left, alone with all his doom. He refuses to go to bed, so what does he do? He decides to stay up and play in his room. What nasty little games he would play with his slumbering prey. He was slayer, he was master. He was both God and the Devil! See, that's what some would say. He would grow to manhood, a self-proclaimed king. Master of his own vessel. Home to his own sin. He just cast out all who had behaved. Just exiled to the cargo hold to fend amongst themselves...and scavenge, feeding off their own. Evil grew. The king no longer wanted to play. So he returned to his bed of slumber. And while the king slept, a whole new world of evil grew...as we wept."
"Question is, what would be more stupid? Trusting the ship will hold to see another day when it's kept me alive for all these years? Or trusting somebody who's desperate enough to say anything just when I'm about to carve a steak out of his girlfriend?"
"Dennis Quaid - Payton"
"Ben Foster - Bower"
"Cam Gigandet - Gallo"
"Norman Reedus - Shepard"
"Antje Traue - Nadia"
"Eddie Rouse - Leland"
"Cung Le - Manh"
Young though he was, his radiant energy produced such an impression of absolute reliability that Hedgewar made him the first sarkaryavah, or general secretary, of the RSS.
- Gopal Mukund Huddar
Largely because of the influence of communists in London, Huddar's conversion into an enthusiastic supporter of the fight against fascism was quick and smooth. The ease with which he crossed from one worldview to another betrays the fact that he had not properly understood the world he had grown in.
Huddar would have been 101 now had he been alive. But then centenaries are not celebrated only to register how old so and so would have been and when. They are usually celebrated to explore how much poorer our lives are without them. Maharashtrian public life is poorer without him. It is poorer for not having made the effort to recall an extraordinary life.
I regret I was not there to listen to Balaji Huddar's speech [...] No matter how many times you listen to him, his speeches are so delightful that you feel like listening to them again and again.
By the time he came out of Franco's prison, Huddar had relinquished many of his old ideas. He displayed a worldview completely different from that of the RSS, even though he continued to remain deferential to Hedgewar and maintained a personal relationship with him.