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26% (5/19) - Ulospäinsuuntautuneisuus
Seurallinen, pitää juhlimisesta, keskustelee, kaipaa jännitystä, ottaa riskejä, toimii hetken mielijohteesta.
65% (13/20) - Psykoottisuus
Piittaamattomuus muista ihmisistä, eristäytyminen, sopeutumattomuus, empatian puute, vihamielisyys, piittaamattomuus vaarasta, julmuus, epäinhimillisyys.
43% (10/23) - Neuroottisuus
Ahdistunut, huolestunut, masentunut, mielialan vaihtelu, syyllisyyden tunteet ja alhainen itsetunto.
25% (6/24) - Valheasteikko
Mittaa taipumusta antaa vastauksissaan itsestään todellista terveempi tai sosiaalisesti suotavampi kuva.

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All Hope Is Gone is #1!!
September 3, 2008

Thank you to everyone who went out and picked up a copy of All Hope Is Gone, the record is #1 in the USA as well as a number of other places around the globe. Thank you to everyone world wide for making this album so huge!

-#1 - USA
-#1 – Canada
-#1 - Switzerland
-#1 – New Zealand
-#1 - Australia
-#1 - Sweden
-#1 - Finland
-#2 – Japan
-#2 - UK
-#2 – Germany
-#2 - Austria
-#2 - France
-#2 - Belgium
-#3 – Norway
-#6 – Holland
-#8 – Mexico
-#9 - Spain

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\,,/ stay (sic)

wit beyond measure is a man's greatest treasure

The Woods are getting naked
and the weather is getting colder
I can feel this fall deep inside my bones

I hear the call of the birds
they are going to leave us
I wonder how they know their destination

The woods are turnin' colours
the wilderness is shining
the north prepares for winter,
'cause it will be cruel

The birds calling gether
they are going to leave us
I always wonder how they know where to fly

korpiklaani - Northern fall

13. Kirottu

House: Sinulla noita hommeleita näköjään riittää… niin kuin tuo blondihommeli, jolle juuri lirkuttelit.
Tri Wilson: Hän on sairaalan kirjanpitäjä. Puhuimme laskutuksesta!
House: Tuollainenko on kaksinkertaista kirjanpitoa?

House: (puhuu Vicodin-pillerille) Siinähän sinä oletkin. Pelottiko sinua? Kaikki on hyvin, olet nyt kotona. (nielaisee pillerin)

Tri Wilson: Toisaalta on se 'tee muille niin kuin haluat tehtävän itsellesi' -hommeli.
House: Siinä tapauksessa minun on pakko kertoa hänelle. Minä ainakin haluaisin tietää.
Tri Wilson: Haluat aina tietää kaiken. Muistat kai myös 'lupauksenpito'-hommelin?
House: Sinä se olet yhtä hommelia koko tyyppi.

Tri Wilson: Nyt annan sinulle neuvon ja teeskentelen, että kuuntelet. Nautin valtavasti näistä tilanteista! Pyysikö Rowan sinua pitämään asian omana tietonasi?
House: Lupasin olla kertomatta, mutta pidin sormet ristissä. Minulla on siis oikeus puhua.
Tri Wilson: Taisin erehtyä – tämä onkin se tilanne, jossa haluat ajatella ääneen. Tarvitaanko minua tässä ollenkaan?

House: Onko tämä isällistä kannustusta, vai onko diagnoosille myös lääketieteellinen perustelu?
Rowan Chase: Oireet viittaavat paremmin tähän.
House: Voi harmi. Toivoin että syy olisi ollut toinen. Meinasin jo hakea kamerani ikuistaakseni herkän hetken.

Tri Chase: Haluaisitko, että minä sotkeutuisin sinun yksityiselämääsi?
House: En missään nimessä. Siksi minulla ei olekaan yksityiselämää.

Iäkäs potilas: Sormeni ovat puutuneet!
House: Kellonrannekkeenne on liian kireällä.

Jeffrey: Oletko olevinasi vitsikäs?
House: Ilmeisesti en.

Jeffrey: Eli koko sotku paiskataan päin seinää ja katsotaan, mikä tarttuu kiinni?
Tri Chase: Niin voi tehdä spagetille.

Tri Wilson: Edes minä en pidä sinusta.
House: Muista, että sanat voivat satuttaa.

House: Salaseurako? Mitä salaista siinä on? Sekö, että jäsenet ovat ääliöitä?

5. Nunnan tarina

House:Hänessä on Jumala. Kasvain olisi helpompi hoitaa.
Wilson: Ehkä hän on allerginen Jumalalle.

Nunna: SisarAugustine uskoo olemattomiin.
House: Eikö se ole teidän työssänne ihan edellytys?

House: Mitä tiedät nunnasta?
Chase: Mistä niistä?
House: Siitä söpöstä... No siitä sairaasta tietenkin!

House: Huvittaa ja ärsyttää, että luulette olevanne minua sinnikkäämpiä.

House: Tutkin siis nunnaa kännissä, avasin laatikon ja nappasin sokkona mitä käteen osui...

House: Ihminenhän minäkin olen.
Wilson: Saatoit siis tyriä?
House: En
Wilson: Virhemahdollisuus on siis vain teoreettinen?
House: Jos sitäkään

Nunna: Kiitos kärsivällisyydestänne.
Wilson: Sinuako hän tarkoittaa?
House: Minua hän katsoo.

House: Miksi minun pitää todistella, että osaan asiani?

Foreman: Kuten itse sanot, kaikki tyrivät. Sinä kuulut joukkoon.
House: Minä en tyrinyt

THE RAVEN.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore —
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door —
Only this and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore —
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore —
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me — filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
"'Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door —
Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door; —
This it is and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door; ——
Darkness there and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" —
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore —
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—
'Tis the wind and nothing more!"

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door —
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door —
Perched, and sat, and nothing more. [column 5:]

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore —
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door —
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."

But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he uttered — not a feather then he fluttered —
Till I scarcely more than muttered "Other friends have flown before —
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore —
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never — nevermore'."

But the Raven still beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore —
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee — by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite — respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! — prophet still, if bird or devil! —
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted —
On this home by Horror haunted — tell me truly, I implore —
Is there — is there balm in Gilead? — tell me — tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! — prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us — by that God we both adore —
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore —
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting —
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! — quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted — nevermore!