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"The Beatific Vision, Sat Chit Ananda, Being-Awareness-Bliss-for the first time I understood, not on the verbal level, not by inchoate hints or at a distance, but precisely and completely what those prodigious syllables referred to. And then I remembered a passage I had read in one of Suzuki's essays. “What is the Dharma-Body of the Buddha?” ('“the Dharma-Body of the Buddha” is another way of saying Mind, Suchness, the Void, the Godhead.) The question is asked in a Zen monastery by an earnest and bewildered novice. And with the prompt irrelevance of one of the Marx Brothers, the Master answers, “The hedge at the bottom of the garden.” “And the man who realizes this truth,” the novice dubiously inquires, “what, may I ask, is he?” Groucho gives him a whack over the shoulders with his staff and answers, “A golden-haired lion.”"
"It had been, when I read it, only a vaguely pregnant piece of nonsense. Now it was all as clear as day, as evident as Euclid. Of course the Dharma-Body of the Buddha was the hedge at the bottom of the garden. At the same time, and no less obviously, it was these flowers, it was anything that I—or rather the blessed Not-I, released for a moment from my throttling embrace—cared to look at."
"You can do everything with bayonets except sit on them. If you want to preserve your power indefinitely you have to get the consent of the ruled. And this they will do partly by drugs as I foresaw in "Brave new World", and partly by these new techniques of propaganda. They will do it by bypassing the sort of rational side of man and appealing to his subconscious, and his deeper emotions, and his physiology, even, and so making him actually love his slavery. I mean I think this is the danger that actually people may be, in some ways, happy under the new regime. But they will be happy in situations when they oughtn't be happy."
"When men lack a sense of awe, there will be disaster."
"[upon arriving in the pocketplane in ToB] Dang and bloody blast it! I swear I be thrice-damned the way ye yank me about from one place to the bloody next 'ere since we met! What does ye want now?"
"Me axe is bloody ready!"
"Bark yer orders already."
"So, are we gonna kill something now?"
"I am invincible, INVINCIBLE I say! *laughs*"
"I know! Find someone rich, and kill them! Then find someone richer, and kill them too! Hack and slash your way to fortune! Whoo-hoo!!"
"I'm sharp, I can come up with something... OK... find someone who knows what you want to know and threaten to kill them! Yeah! Then kill them! Woo-hoo!!!"
"I know! Start swinging! Eventually you'll lop off the head of someone important and then the good fights will REALLY start!"
"You know, once, long time ago, I was, like, a Moonblade."
"Err... find that wizard guy. Yeah... find him and kill him. Kill kill kill kill KILL!! Whoo-hoo!!"
"My brother's a +12 Hackmaster!"
"Choke up, dolt, your grip's all-wrong!"
"What's my status? Since when do you care about me unless I'm impaled in something's guts? Oh well, fine, let me think for a minute... Well, as a matter of fact I would like to register a complaint. I want to kill a dragon. Right now. Go find one and kill it. That would be SO cool."
"Murder! Death! Kill! Murder! Death! Kill! Bouah-ha-ha-ha!"
"Hands up, kiddies, who wants to die?"
"(sigh) ...come on..."
"(double sigh) Rassa-frackin' (grumbling) c'mon-c'mon-C'MON!!!"
"Come get some! Boo-yah!"
"You really need to clean me. I like to shine! Ha-ha-ha!"
"Kill it! Kill it quick before they're all gone!"
"Mwoo-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!"
"Swish! Hot butta!"
"I refuse to answer any more questions until I'm cleaned and polished thoroughly. Grab a rag already!"
"I'm the best at what I do, and what I do ain't pretty! *laughs*"
"I think you need to take better care of me. I've got more chips than a blind beaver! I look like a second rate pig-poker!"
"You talking to me?"
"I love the smell of daisies in the morning!"
"Listen beefy, I may be an intelligent sword, but I've had no formal edjumacation."
"You know, my last owner always said I was 'sharp' and 'edgy'. He was such an ass."
"And that's for grandma, who said I'd never amount to anything more than a butterknife!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill! Yeah cool!!"
"I don't know what you have expected, but as a sword I'm pretty one-dimensional in what I waaant!!!"
"I don't chop wood, OK? I'm not an axe!"
"Swords, not words!"
"[After the player character first transforms into The Slayer] , Boo just soiled my backpack"
"Feel the burning stare of my HAMSTER and change your ways!"
"Full plate and packin' steel!"
"Every hamster has his day!"
"Minsc will be free! These bonds will not hold my wrath! Butts will be liberally kicked in good measure!"
"Oh... Oooh... ooh, you are a smart one! I understand now! You said what you did just to make me mad, mad enough to break free, ha ha! You are as smart as Boo sometimes!"
"Shall we go? The butts of evil await my bootprint!"
"Despair not! I shall inspire you by charging blindly on!"
"Make way, villainy! Hero, coming through!"
"Minsc and Boo are ready to take the boot to the black butt of evil!"
"No effect?! I need a bigger sword!"
"I grow tired of shouting battle cries when fighting this mage. Boo will finish his eyeballs once and for all, so he does not rise again! Evil, meet my sword! SWORD, MEET EVIL!!"
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.