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fed0579
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Si se entiende por eternidad, no la duracion temporal sin fin, sino la ausencia de tiempo, vive eternamente el que vive en el presente.
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eternidad
vida-y-muerte
iris-murdoch
español
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Iris Murdoch |
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2852513
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Freedom may be a value in politics, but it is not a value in morals.
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Iris Murdoch |
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661773b
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This sort of quiet gazing, which was like a feeding of the heart...
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Iris Murdoch |
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b30c573
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There is no substitute for the comfort supplied by the utterly taken-for-granted relationship...
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Iris Murdoch |
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08f3fb2
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Art and psychoanalisis give shape and meaning to life and that's why we adore them. However, life as it is lived has no shape nor meaning, and that's what I am experiencing right now.
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Iris Murdoch |
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7ebaff3
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The theatre is certainly a place for learning about the brevity of human glory: oh all those wonderful glittering absolutely vanished pantomimes.
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theatre
humanity
transience
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Iris Murdoch |
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29905d5
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I took a deep breath, however, and followed my rule of never speaking frankly to women in moments of emotion. No good ever comes of this.
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Iris Murdoch |
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71f73c7
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Events stream past us like these crowds and the face of each is seen only for a minute. What is urgent is not urgent for ever but only ephemerally. All work and all love, the search for wealth and fame, the search for truth, like itself, are made up of moments which pass and become nothing. Yet through this shaft of nothings we drive onward with that miraculous vitality that creates our precarious habitations in the past and the future. So ..
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Iris Murdoch |
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e4b4cdc
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So we live; a spirit that broods and hovers over the continual death of time, the lost meaning, the unrecaptured moment, the unremembered face, until the final chop that ends all our moments and plunges that spirit back into the void from which it came.
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time
meaning
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Iris Murdoch |
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356923a
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white magic is black magic. a less than perfect meddling in the spiritual world can breed monsters for other people, and demons used for good can hang around and make mischief afterwards.
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Iris Murdoch |
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25d09bb
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he felt himself to be one of them, who can live neither in the world nor out of it. They are a kind of sick people, whose desire for God makes them unsatisfactory citizens of an ordinary life, but whose strength or temperament fails them to surrender the world completely; and present-day society, with its hurried pace and its mechanical and technical structure, offers no home to these unhappy souls.
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Iris Murdoch |
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As I lay there, listening to the soft slap of the sea, and thinking these sad and strange thoughts, more and more and more stars had gathered, obliterating the separateness of the Milky Way and filling up the whole sky. And far far away in that ocean of gold, stars were silently shooting and falling and finding their fates, among these billions and billions of merging golden lights. And curtain after curtain of gauze was quietly removed, an..
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universe
stars
milky-way
the-sea-the-sea
iris-murdoch
galaxy
descriptive
magical
description
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Iris Murdoch |
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d5f0b4c
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However, on one occasion, several years ago, I was idiot enough to take a dose of LSD. (I did it to please a woman.) I had what is known as a 'bad trip'. It was a very bad trip. I shall not attempt to describe what I experienced on that dreadful and rather shameful occasion. (I will only add: it concerned entrails.) In fact it would be extremely hard, even impossible, to put it properly into words. It was something morally, spiritually horr..
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hallucinations
lsd
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Iris Murdoch |
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d2c0bf5
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That's how vile i am! I live Ireland, I breathe Ireland, and Christ how I loathe it, I wish I were a bloody Scot, that's how bloody awful it is being Irish!
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scotland
ireland
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Iris Murdoch |
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30daa8d
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let us not waste love, it is rare enough
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Iris Murdoch |
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187be3b
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Time, like the sea, unties all knots.
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Iris Murdoch |
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92c3c56
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Once in an endless meadow, just able to peer through the tawny haze of the grass tops, the child who was myself had watched a young fox catching mice, an elegant newly minted fox, straight from the hand of God, brilliantly ruddy, with black stockings and a white-tipped brush. The fox heard and turned. I saw its intense vivid mask, its liquid amber eyes. Then it was gone. An image of such beauty and such mysterious sense. The child wept and ..
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Iris Murdoch |
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d14171f
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Of course this chattering diary is a facade, the literary equivalent of the everyday smiling face which hides the inward ravages of jealousy, remorse, fear and the consciousness of irretrievable moral failure. Yet such pretenses are not only consolations but may even be productive of a little ersatz courage.
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Iris Murdoch |
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ef977a1
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Hegel says that Truth is a great word and the thing is greater still. With Dave we never seemed to get past the word.
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Iris Murdoch |
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22558bf
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thinking about the misery of the world is a favourite contemporary occupation. and if you can't think the television set will think for you.
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Iris Murdoch |
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28af5f2
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I was now, all the time, unutterably tired as if simply keeping alive was a terrible effort.
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iris-murdoch
world-weary
suicidal
tired
depressed
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Iris Murdoch |
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b9680e3
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Love generates, or rather reveals, something which may be called absolute charm. In the beloved nothing is gauche. Every move of the head, every tone of the voice, every laugh or grunt or cough or twitch of the nose is as valuable and revealing as a glimpse of paradise.
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Iris Murdoch |
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8a90d5a
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However life, unlike art, has an irritating way of bumping and limping on, undoing conversions, casting doubt on solutions, and generally illustrating the impossibility of living happily or virtuously ever after.
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life
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Iris Murdoch |
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e30739a
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Human beings crave for novelty and welcome even wars. Who opens the morning papers without the wild hope of huge headlines announcing another great disaster? Provided of course that it affects other people and not oneself. Rupert liked order. But there is no man who likes order who does not give houseroom to a man who dreams of disorder. The sudden wrecking of the accustomed scenery, so long as one can be fairly sure of a ringside seat, sti..
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Iris Murdoch |
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2e9114c
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Encontrar a alguien inagotable es simplemente la definicion del amor.
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Iris Murdoch |
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ab00856
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It was not simply that I frenziedly desired what I could not have. That was but a blunt and unrefined kind of suffering. I was condemned to be with her even in her very rejection of me. And how long and how slow and how long-drawn-out that rejection would be. Still temptation would follow where she was. Endlessly she would give herself to others taking me with her. Like an obscene puny familiar I would sit in the corners of bedrooms where s..
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Iris Murdoch |
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3c0ed82
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But one must do something about the past. It doesn't just cease to be. It goes on existing and affecting the present, and in new and different ways, as if in some other dimension it too were growing.
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past
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Iris Murdoch |
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47fc4fc
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I remember a conversation which we had once about translating. Hugo knew nothing about translating, but when he learnt that I was a translator he wanted to know what it was like. I remember him going on and on, asking questions such as: What do you mean when you say that you think the meaning in French? How do you know you're thinking it in French? If you see a picture in your mind how do you know it's a French picture? Or is it that you sa..
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Iris Murdoch |
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07cfcf4
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It was her birthday. She thought, I am always unhappy on this day.
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the-green-knight
iris-murdoch
unhappy
birthday
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Iris Murdoch |
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b08a589
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An experience is richest not talked of.
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Iris Murdoch |
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48b16fb
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The chief requirement of the good life', said Michael, 'is that one should have some conception of one's capacities. One must know oneself sufficiently to know what is the next thing. One must study carefully how best to use such strength as one has. ... One must perform the lower act which one can manage and sustain: not the higher act which one bungles.
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Iris Murdoch |
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dbaaa07
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It was a piece of thoroughly picturesque and proper violence. I like a violent man, really, a man who's a bit of a brute in a decent straightforward way.
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violence
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Iris Murdoch |
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db7ae72
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What we really are seems much more like an obscure system of energy out of which choices and visible acts of will emerge at intervals in ways which are often unclear and often dependent on the condition of the system in between moments of choice.
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Iris Murdoch |
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60e4ba8
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Only the deeper parts of the mind have so little sense of time.
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Iris Murdoch |
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d0678b9
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You don't understand people like me, like us, the other ones. You're like a bird that flies in the air, a fish that swims in the sea. You move, you look about you, you want things. There are others who live on earth and move just a little and don't look--
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Iris Murdoch |
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ec302cd
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T. S. Eliot and Jean-Paul Sartre, dissimilar enough as thinkers, both tend to undervalue prose and to deny it any function. Poetry is the creation of linguistic quasi-things; prose is for explanation and exposition, it is essentially didactic, documentary, informative. Prose is ideally transparent; it is only
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Iris Murdoch |
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a8eaf51
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Jealousy is perhaps the most involuntary of all strong emotions. It steals consciousness, it lies deeper than thought. It is always there, like a blackness in the eye, it discolours the world.
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rage
jealousy
envy
emotions
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Iris Murdoch |
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6ebd883
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The division of one day from the next must be one of the most profound peculiarities of life on this planet. It is, on the whole, a merciful arrangement. We are not condemned to sustained flights of being, but are constantly refreshed by little holidays from ourselves.
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Iris Murdoch |
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7a1d3e1
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But to be understood is not a human right. Even to understand oneself is not a human right.
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Iris Murdoch |
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6a424e1
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I am beginning to ramble. It is evening. The sea is golden, speckled with white points of light, lapping with a sort of mechanical self-satisfaction under a pale green sky. How huge it is, how empty, this great space for which I have been longing all my life. Still no letters.
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Iris Murdoch |
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324b71e
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I feel I'm at the end of something -- everything is going to be different -- and terrible." "That doesn't sound like you, you ride every wave." "There is one that will drown me."
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metaphor
the-end
the-green-knight
iris-murdoch
giving-up
dialogue
resilience
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Iris Murdoch |
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baf6c9a
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Trains induce such terrible anxiety. They image the possibility of total and irrevocable failure. They are also dirty, rackety, packed with strangers, an object lesson in the foul contingency of life: the talkative fellow-traveller, the possibility of children.
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travel
trains
social-anxiety
travelling
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Iris Murdoch |
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d18f83c
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But it was just luck really if the girls survived. You're like a man firing a machine gun into a supermarket who happens not to become a murderer.
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murder
women
unrequited-love
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Iris Murdoch |
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ce70f5d
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The exercise of power is a dangerous delight.
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Iris Murdoch |