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Flaubert thought democracy merely a stage in the history of government, and he thought it a typical vanity on our part to assume that it represented the finest, proudest way for men to rule one another. He believed in--or rather, he did not fail to notice -- the perpetual evolution of humanity, and therefore the evolution of its social forms: 'Democracy isn't mankind's last word, any more than slavery was, or feudalism was, or monarchy was...
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I don't want you to be a woman of mystery. I think I'd hate it. Either it's just a facade, a game, a technique for ensnaring men, or else the woman of mystery is a mystery even to herself, and that's the worst of all.
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0dbfed7
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Por que esta la gente tan empenada en que el aprendizaje sea como un juego? Disfrutan dandole a todo un tono infantil, incluso para los adultos. Especialmente para los adultos.
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infantilización-de-la-sociedad
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everyone has their love story. Even if it was a fiasco, even if it fizzled out, never got going, had all been in the mind to begin with: that didn't make it any the less real. And it was the only story
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056a6f5
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There was another thing. It was a job below his qualifications. Not that he didn't take it seriously; he did. But since, professionally, he had now lowered his expectations, he found that he was rarely disappointed.
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e0e7d8f
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It seemed that Soviet power had finally decided to love him; and he had never felt a clammier embrace.
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once, they had their love story. Everyone does. It's the only story.
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2a57f96
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The truth was that nobody ever arrived without invitation, and all that tidying and wiping was performed out of what struck me as deep social atavism
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Julian Barnes |
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In the old days, a child might pay for the sins of the father, or indeed mother. Nowadays, in the most advanced society on earth, the parents might pay for the sins of the child, along with uncles, aunts, cousins, in-laws, colleagues, friends, and even the man who unthinkingly smiled at you as he came out of the lift at three in the morning. The system of retribution had been greatly improved, and was so much more inclusive than it used to ..
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Not over-interested in domestic matters, it was true; but then neither was he. In a novel, all his life's anxieties, his mixture of strength and weakness, his potential for hysteria--all would have been swirled away in a vortex of love leading to the blissful calm of marriage. But one of life's many disappointments was that it was never a novel, not by Maupassant or anyone else. Well, perhaps a short satirical tale by Gogol" (p.38)"
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And yet, for all this, for all that he was unparalleled in depicting tyrants knee-deep in blood, Shakespeare was a little naive. Because his monsters had doubts, bad dreams, pangs of conscience, guilt. They saw the spirits of those they had killed rising in front of them. But in real life, under real terror, what guilty conscience? What bad dreams? That was all sentimentality, false optimism, a hope that the world would be as we wanted it t..
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But the very action of naming something that subsequently happens--of wishing specific evil, and that evil coming to pass--this still has a shiver of the otherworldly about it.
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otherworldly
prophetic
the-sense-of-an-ending
uncanny
julian-barnes
evil
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Knygos tvirtina: ji padare tai todel ir todel. Gyvenimas tvirtina: ji padare tai. Tik knygose viskas paaiskinama, o gyvenime nicniekas. Nesistebiu, kad kai kurie zmones teikia pirmenybe knygoms. Knygos iprasmina gyvenima. Visa beda, kad jos iprasmina kitu zmoniu gyvenima, bet ne tavaji.
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knygos
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Julian Barnes |
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a26fa8c
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marriage is a long dull meal with the pudding served first.
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marriage
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8f91333
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That afternoon, he handed out a poem with no title, date or author's name, gave us ten minutes to study it, then asked for our responses. 'Shall we start with you, Finn? Put simply, what would you say this poem is about?' Adrian looked up from his desk. 'Eros and Thanatos, sir.' 'Hmm. Go on.' 'Sex and death,' Finn continued, as if it might not just be the thickies in the back row who didn't understand Greek. 'Or love and death, if you pref..
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I met a girl while I was out there: Annie. She was American, travelling round like me. We hooked up, as she put it, and spent three months together. She wore plaid shirts, had grey-green eyes and a friendly manner; we became lovers easily and quickly; I couldn't believe my luck. Nor could I believe how simple it was: to be friends and bed companions, to laugh and drink and smoke a little dope together, to see a bit of the world side by side..
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Of course, opera has plot - and I was already anticipating all those unknown stories I was about to discover - but its main function is to deliver the characters as swiftly as possible to the point where thet can sing of their deepest emotions. Opera cuts to the chase - as death does. So now, contented indifference before Middlesbrough against Slovan Bratislava coexisted with a craving for an art in which violent, overwhelming, hysterical a..
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loss
opera
plot
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1bae273
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Would you rather tear up your own expressions of love, or the ones you had received?
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But there is panic and pandemonium waiting to break out inside all of us, of this I am convinced. I've seen it roar out among the dying, as a last protest against the human condition and its chronic sadness. But it is there in the most balanced and rational of us. You just need the right circumstances, and it will surely appear. And then you are at its mercy. The panic takes some to God, others to despair, some to charitable works, others t..
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dh 'rdt 'n tj`l lns yntbhwn lm tqwl,fl trf` Swtk,bl 'khfDh 'kthr:dhk m yjdhb lntbh f`l.
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hdhh l'khyr@ lyst mm r'yth f`ly , lkn m ttdhkrh lys hw blDrwr@ m Hdth.
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lqd njwt"nj ky yHky lHky@"- hdh m yqwlh lns,'lys kdhlk? ltrykh lys 'kdhyb lmntSryn km qlt dht mr@ bbsT@ ljw hnt l'b.'drk lan 'nh 'qrb l'n ykwn dhkryt lnjyn:'wly'k ldhyn lm yntSrw wlm ynhzmw."
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Julian Barnes |
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Would you rather love the more, and suffer the more; or love the less and suffer the less?
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kyf yTrHn lzmn 'rD thm ydhhln.kn nZn 'nn nDjyn `ndm kn - fqT - fy 'mn.tkhyln 'nn msw'wlwn lknn kn jbn fHsb.m 'Tlqn `lyh"wq`y@"tbyn 'nh hrwb mn lHqy'q bdl mn mwjhth.lzmn...mnHn lkfy@ mn lzmn wkl qrrtn lmd`wm@ stbdw mrt`sh@,wkl m`tqdtn lmstqr@ stGdw mtqlb@."
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b329e93
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In the old days, a child might pay for the sins of the father, or indeed mother. Nowadays, in the most advanced society on earth, the parents might pay for the sins of the child, along with uncles, aunts, cousins, in-laws, colleagues, friends, and even the man who unthinkingly smiled at you as he came out of the lift at three in the morning. The system of retribution had been greatly improved, and was so much more inclusive than it used to ..
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Julian Barnes |
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fkm 'n ltGyyrt lsysy@ wltrykhy@ mHbT@,fn ltqdm fy l`mr mHbT kdhlk.wkdhlk hy lHy@.'Zn 'Hyn 'n GrD lHy@ hw 'n n`td lkhsrt lnhy'y@,'n tthbt ln 'nh lyst jyd@ km ntSwr wnd`y.
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Julian Barnes |
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O unico que eu sei: que existe o tempo obxectivo, pero tamen o subxectivo, o que levamos contra o interior do pulso, ao lado de onde se senten os latexos. E este tempo persoal, que e o tempo autentico, midese en funcion da nosa relacion coa memoria.
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In those days, we imagined ourselves as being kept in some kind of holding pen, waiting to be released into our lives. And when that moment came, our lives--and time itself--would speed up. How were we to know that our lives had in any case begun, that some advantage had already been gained, some damage already inflicted? Also, that our release would only be into a larger holding pen, whose boundaries would be at first undiscernible. In the..
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This was another skill women were meant to learn: when a man's story had come to an end. Mostly, it wasn't a problem, as the end was thumpingly obvious; or else the narrator started snorting with laughter in advance, which was always a pretty good clue. Martha had long ago decided only to laugh at things she found funny. It seemed a normal sort of rule; but most men found it rebuking.
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men
women
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cafc037
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But aeronautics purged the sin of height, otherwise known as the sin of getting above yourself.
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Julian Barnes |
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e6716e8
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You marry to continue the conversation.
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4be3452
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ydhshny 'n dhlk rbm ykwn 'Hd lkhtlft lmhm@ byn lshbb wlshykhwkh@,fy shbbn nkhtr` mstqbl mkhtlf l'nfsn,'m fy shykhwkhtn fnn nkhtr` ln mDy mkhtlf.
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His life had not been wrecked. His heart, yes, his heart had been cauterised. But he had found a way to live, and continued with that life, which had brought him to here. And from here, he had a duty to see himself as he had once been. Strange how, when you are young, you owe no duty to the future; but when you are old, you owe a duty to the past. To the one thing you can't change.
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c58297a
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He also loved candelabra.
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Julian Barnes |
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0e9c762
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Se habia imaginado que, en el mundo moderno, el tiempo y el lugar ya no eran importantes en las historias de amor. Al mirar atras vio que habian desempenado en la suya una funcion mas grande de lo que habia pensado. Habia sucumbido a la antigua, continuada, indeleble ilusion: que de algun modo los amantes estan fuera del tiempo.
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An English silence--one in which all the unspoken words are perfectly understood by both parties--prevailed.
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d26bbe3
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l'db lf`ly hw m kn `n lHqy'q lnfsy@ wl`Tfy@ w ljtm`y@ km tshyr lyh 'f`l-wrdwd 'f`l-lshkhSyt l'dby@ lmktwb@,lrwy@ hy tTwr lshkhSyt `br lzmn.
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Another piece of appropriated maternal wisdom I remember from this time was this: "If you lower your expectations, you can't be disappointed." This struck me as a dismal approach to life, whether for a forty-five-year-old mother or a twenty-year-old daughter."
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Throw off your grief,' such doubters imply, 'and we can all go back to pretending that death doesn't exist, or at least is comfortably far away.
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ymknn lbd,mthl,bsw'l ybdw bsyT:m hw ltrykh? - ltrykh 'kdhyb lmntSryn. - rbm ttdhkr kdhlk 'nh 'whm lmhzwmyn 'yD. - ltrykh fTyr@ bSl Gyr mTbwkh,l'nh mkrr,mthyr lltjshw'.lqd r'ynh mr@ tlw l'khr~ 'thn drstn hdh l`m mthl Tbqt lbSl.lHky@ lqdym@ nfsh,lt'rjH byn lkhyn@ wlthwr@ nfsh,lHrb wlslm,lthrw@ wlfqr...lkh. - ltrykh hw dhk lyqyn lntj `n ltq khll ldhkr@ bnqS ltwthyq.
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Here was an entry - a serious one - which he hadn't crossed out in years. He couldn't remember where it came from. He never recorded the writer or the source: he didn't want to be bullied by reputation; truth should stand by itself, clear and unsupported. This one went: 'In my opinion, every love, happy or unhappy, is a real disaster once you give yourself over to it entirely.' Yes, that deserved to stay. He liked the proper inclusivity of ..
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marriage
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naperenoto mi bezrazlichie se prev'rna v'v vbeseno unizhenie. V'ztsari se angliisko m'lchanie - takova, prez koeto i dvete strani idealno razbirat vsichki neizrecheni dumi. Legnakh si i se narevakh. Poveche ne se spomena za tozi sluchai.
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Learnt how to pass the time. That's one of the things about life. We're all just looking for a place of safety. And if you don't find one, then you have to learn how to pass the time.
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What could be put up against the noise of time? Only that music which is inside ourselves - the music of our being - which is transformed by some into real music. Which, over the decades, if it is strong and true and pure enough to drown out the noise of time, is transformed into the whisper of history.
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