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frontend/static/quotes/english.json

@@ -5117,7 +5117,7 @@
       "text": "Any one can get angry - that is easy - or give or spend money; but to do this to the right person, to the right extent, at the right time, with the right motive, and in the right way, that is not for everyone, nor is it easy; wherefore goodness is both rare and laudable and noble.",
       "source": "Nicomachean Ethics",
       "id": 867,
-      "length": 282
+      "length": 281
     },
     {
       "text": "Since painting embraces within itself all the forms of nature you have nothing omitted except the names, and these are not universal like the forms.",
@@ -16523,7 +16523,7 @@
       "text": "You think cooking is a cute job, huh? Like mommy in the kitchen? Well mommy never had to face the dinner rush when the orders come flooding in and every dish is different and none are simple and all have different cooking times but must arrive on the customers' table at exactly the same time, hot and perfect. Every second counts - and you cannot be mommy!",
       "source": "Ratatouille",
       "id": 2831,
-      "length": 356
+      "length": 357
     },
     {
       "text": "Because some men aren't looking for anything logical, like money. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn.",
@@ -19019,7 +19019,7 @@
       "text": "It will be found, in fact, that the ingenious are always fanciful, and the truly imaginative never otherwise than analytic.",
       "source": "Edgar Allan Poe, The Murders in the Rue Morgue",
       "id": 3262,
-      "length": 91
+      "length": 123
     },
     {
       "text": "What should have been swift revenge turned into an all out war. The City of God was divided. You couldn't go from one section to the other, not even to visit a relative. The cops considered anyone living in the slum a hoodlum. People got used to living in Vietnam, and more and more volunteers signed up to die.",
@@ -22541,7 +22541,7 @@
       "text": "But here we will not try to pass judgement on the objective value of actions; we will be concerned instead with the more modest task of describing the subjective order that a unified purpose brings to individual consciousness. In this sense the answer to the old riddle \"What is the meaning of life?\" turns out to be astonishingly simple. The meaning of life is meaning: whatever it is, wherever it comes from, a unified purpose is what gives meaning to life.",
       "source": "Flow: The Psychology of Optimal Experience",
       "id": 3868,
-      "length": 458
+      "length": 459
     },
     {
       "text": "Thirdly, however, these wars could now be waged with the new technology of capitalism. Since this technology, through the camera and the telegraph, also transformed the reporting of war in the press, it now brought its reality more vividly before the literate public.",
@@ -26729,7 +26729,7 @@
       "text": "There exists in human nature a strong propensity to depreciate the advantages, and to magnify the evils of the present times.",
       "source": "The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire",
       "id": 4592,
-      "length": 126
+      "length": 125
     },
     {
       "text": "And so it went, night after night, year after year. In fact, the Hansens had been in a living hell ever since that fateful day the neighbor's \"For Sale\" sign had come down and a family of howler monkeys had moved in.",
@@ -32812,7 +32812,7 @@
     {
       "text": "This is your world. You're the creator. Find freedom on this canvas. Believe, that you can do it, 'cuz you can do it. You can do it.",
       "source": "Bob Ross",
-      "length": 129,
+      "length": 132,
       "id": 5696
     },
     {
@@ -34426,7 +34426,7 @@
     {
       "text": "Kabir, the manager, paused in his duties and addressed me. \"When are you going to stop dreaming about being an author, Meera, and finally write a book?\" His voice might have sounded stern to an outsider, but Kabir had become my good friend. I'm not sure when, but at some point while I was becoming a regular visitor to his cafe, our casual conversation had blossomed into a warm friendship. He respected my opinions, and I treasured his. \"I don't know,\" I said, frowning.",
       "source": "Everyone hashes on a story - Savi Sharma",
-      "length": 468,
+      "length": 472,
       "id": 6078
     },
     {
@@ -35488,7 +35488,7 @@
     {
       "text": "What is it about society that disappoints you so much? Oh, I don't know. Is it that we collectively thought Steve Jobs was a great man, even when we knew he made billions off the backs of children? Or maybe it's that it feels like all our heroes are counterfeit. The world itself's just one big hoax. Spamming each other with our burning commentary, masquerading as insight. Our social media faking as intimacy. Or is it that we voted for this? Not with our rigged elections, but with our things. Our property. Our money. I not saying anything new. We all know why we do this. Not because Hunger Games books makes us happy. But because we wanna be sedated. Because it's painful not to pretend. Because we're cowards. F... society.",
       "source": "Mr. Robot",
-      "length": 741,
+      "length": 730,
       "id": 6257
     },
     {
@@ -35590,13 +35590,13 @@
     {
       "text": "Fitter, happier, more productive. Comfortable, not drinking too much. Regular exercise at the gym, three days a week. Getting better with your associate employee contemporaries, at ease. Eating well, no more microwave dinners and saturated fats. A patient, better driver, a safer car, baby smiling in back seat. Sleeping well, no bad dreams. No paranoia. Careful to all animals, never washing spiders down the plughole. Keep in contact with old friends, enjoy a drink now and then. Will frequently check credit at (moral) bank. Hole in the wall. Favours for favours. Charity standing orders. On Sundays ring road supermarket. No killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants. Car wash, also on Sundays. No longer afraid of the dark or midday shadows. Nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate, nothing so childish, at a better pace, slower and more calculated. No chance of escape. Now self-employed. Concerned, but powerless. An empowered and informed member of society, pragmatism not idealism. Will not cry in public. Less chance of illness. Tires that grip in the wet, shot of baby strapped in back seat. A good memory, still cries at a good film, still kisses with saliva. No longer empty and frantic.",
       "source": "Radiohead",
-      "length": 1216,
+      "length": 1215,
       "id": 6274
     },
     {
       "text": "Once upon a time in a nursery rhyme, there was a castle with a king hiding in a wing because he never went to school to learn a single thing, he had scepters and swords and a parliament of lords, but on the inside, he was sad, egad! Because he never had a wisdom for numbers, a wisdom for words, though his crown was quite immense, his brain was smaller than a bird's, so the queen of the nation made a royal proclamation: \"To the Missus and the Messieurs, the more or lessers, bring me all the land's professors!\" and then she went to the hairdressers and they came from the east and they came from the south, from each college they poured knowledge from their brains into his mouth, but the king couldn't learn so each professor met their fate for the queen had their heads removed and placed upon the gate and on that date, I state their wives all got a note, their mate was now the late-great. But then suddenly one day, a stranger started in to sing, he said, \"I'm the dirty rascal and I'm here to teach the king!\" and the queen clutched her jewels for she hated royal fools but this fool had some rules they really ought to teach in schools like you'll be a happy king if you enjoy the things you've got, you should never try to be the kind of person that you're not. So they sang and they laughed for the king had found a friend and they ran onto a rainbow for the story's perfect end, so the moral is you mustn't let the outside be the guide, for it's not so cut and dried, well, unless it's Dr. Jekyll then you better hide, petrified! No, the truth can't be denied as I now have testified, all that really counts and matters is the special stuff inside!",
       "source": "Mary Poppins Returns",
-      "length": 1660,
+      "length": 1662,
       "approvedBy": "ze_or",
       "id": 6275
     }

frontend/static/quotes/russian.json

@@ -1943,7 +1943,7 @@
       "id": 326,
       "source": "Пирсиг Роберт М. - Дзен и искусство ухода за мотоциклом",
       "text": "Как только обнаруживаешь, что нужно вернуться назад и всё по новой разобрать, значит, настало время сделать большой перерыв в работе.",
-      "length": 132
+      "length": 133
     },
     {
       "id": 327,
@@ -2711,7 +2711,7 @@
       "id": 459,
       "source": "Рихлер Мордехай - Версия Барни",
       "text": "Однажды, в ответ на настырные расспросы занудливого Терри Макайвера, Бука сказал по секрету, что в первой главе его недописанного романа (действие там происходит в 1921 году и повсюду нарочно перепутана правда с вымыслом) главный герой сходит на берег с \"Титаника\", который только что закончил первый рейс и благополучно пришвартовался в нью-йоркской гавани. Героя хватает за рукав репортёрша: Как прошло путешествие? Скучновато.",
-      "length": 430
+      "length": 429
     },
     {
       "id": 460,
@@ -3755,7 +3755,7 @@
       "id": 635,
       "source": "Гандлевский Сергей - Бездумное былое",
       "text": "После очередного байдарочного похода я - было мне лет десять - спросил отца, почему у всех интеллигентов волосатая грудь. (А то, что мы интелигенты, я знал из разгворов старших). Отца мой вопрос озадачил.",
-      "length": 205
+      "length": 204
     },
     {
       "id": 636,