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I thought they spoke Russian in the Ukraine." "Well, yes. Depends what part of Ukraine. They're not so different languages, the two."
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A different and much deeper sort of beauty altogether. The thing and yet not the thing.
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JUST FOR THE record, I do not consider myself an evil person (though how like a killer that makes me sound!).
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When you're worried about something," said Henry abruptly, "have you ever tried thinking in a different language?"
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Maybe it's stupid to even articulate such hopes. But, then again, maybe it's more stupid not to.
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Sometimes, in the evenings, a damp, gritty wind blew in the windows from Park Avenue, just as the rush hour traffic was thinning and the city was emptying for the night; it was rainy, trees leafing out, spring deepening into summer; and the forlorn cry of horns on the street, the dank smell of the wet pavement had an electricity about it, a sense of crowds and static, lonely secretaries and fat guys with bags of carry-out, everywhere the un..
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That Mossberg," Boris said to me, accepting the bottle passed over the front seat. "Evil dirty thing. Sawed off--? sprays pellets here to Hamburg. Aim it way the fuck away from everyone and still you will hit half the people in the room."
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sure how that was going to work, but once I got Boris out of the house I could figure something out. "Please, come on." "Is State Care that bad in America?" said Boris doubtfully."
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the suddenness of the explosion had never left me, I was always looking for something to happen, always expecting it just out of the corner of my eye, certain configurations of people in public places could trigger it, a wartime urgency, someone cutting in front of me the wrong way or walking too fast at a particular angle was enough to throw me into tachycardia and trip-hammer panic, the kind that made me stumble for the nearest park bench..
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I'd yearned for the darkness and repose of Hobie's house, its crowded rooms and old-wood smell, tea leaves and tobacco smoke, bowls of oranges on the sideboard and candlesticks scalloped with puddled beeswax.
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Only--if you care for a thing enough, it takes on a life of its own, doesn't it? And isn't the whole point of things--beautiful things--that they connect you to some larger beauty? Those first images that crack your heart wide open and you spend the rest of your life chasing, or trying to recapture, in one way or another? Because, I mean--mending old things, preserving them, looking after them--on some level there's no rational grounds for ..
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if a painting really works down in your heart and changes the way you see, and think, and feel, you don't think, 'oh, I love this picture because it's universal.' 'I love this painting because it speaks to all mankind.' That's not the reason anyone loves a piece of art. It's a secret whisper from an alleyway. Psst, you. Hey kid. Yes you." Fingertip gliding over the faded-out photo--the conservator's touch, a touch-without-touching, a commun..
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Who was it said that coincidence was just God's way of remaining anonymous?" "Now you really sound like my dad." "Who's to say that gamblers don't really understand it better than anyone else? Isn't everything worthwhile a gamble? Can't good come around sometimes through some strange back doors?"
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death,
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Snowing in Dubai! A miracle, Potter! Look!" "That's Dublin you ass. Not Dubai." "Vali otsyuda! Fuck off!"
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We had trench warfare in America way before World War I. Most people don't know that.
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I'll probably think about it all my life: that candlelit circle, a tableau vivant of the daily, commonplace happiness that was lost when I lost her.
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the minibar cart, even church clocks tolling the hour, de Westertoren, Krijtberg, a dark edge to the clangor, an inwrought fairy-tale sense of doom. By day I sat on the foot of the bed straining to puzzle out the Dutch-language
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It was the secret no one told you, the thing you had to learn for yourself: viz. that in the antiques trade there was really no such thing as a "correct" price. Objective value--list value--was meaningless. If a customer came in clueless with money in hand (as most of them did) it didn't matter what the books said, what the experts said, what similar items at Christie's had recently gone for. An object--any object--was worth whatever you co..
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away.
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the world won't come to me,' he used to say, 'so I must go to it'--
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he'd probably just crawl in the corner and starve. Like a hamster you forgot to feed.
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I feel I should say it as urgently as if I were standing in the room with you. That life - whatever else it is - is short. That fate is cruel but maybe not random. That Nature (meaning Death) always wins but that doesn't mean we have to bow and grovel to it. That maybe even if we're not always so glad to be here, it's our task to immerse ourselves anyway:
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simple obviously being in her mind a key word in dealing with overwhelmed and cranky grooms. "Really really simple and neutral." It seemed to be registry protocol that the groom should be allowed to select the casual china (I guess for all those Super Bowl parties I would be hosting with the guys, ha ha) while the "formal ware" should be left to the experts: the ladies. "It's fine," I said, more curtly than I'd meant to, when I realized the..
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nd isn't the whole point of things--beautiful things--that they connect you to some larger beauty? Those first images that crack your heart wide open and you spend the rest of your life chasing, or trying to recapture, in one way or another?
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And isn't the whole point of things--beautiful things--that they connect you to some larger beauty? Those first images that crack your heart wide open and you spend the rest of your life chasing, or trying to recapture, in one way or another?
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an excuse to bring out the bottle of sherry and visit
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and yet isn't it always the inappropriate thing, the thing that doesn't quite work, that's oddly the dearest?
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La gente muere, eso esta claro. Pero la perdida de ciertos objetos es tan tragica e innecesaria... Por puro descuido. En incendios y en guerras. Como el Partenon, que utilizaron como almacen de polvora. Supongo que todo lo que logramos rescatar de la Historia es un milagro.
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Mis suenos nunca llegaban a ser pesadillas en toda regla sino solo interludios perturbados en los que mi madre se quedaba trabajando hasta tarde y no encontraba ningun medio de transporte para volver a casa, a veces en las afueras, en alguna area reducida a cenizas llena de coches abandonados y perros encadenados que ladraban en los patios. Intranquilo, la buscaba en ascensores de servicio y en edificios abandonados, la esperaba en la penum..
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It's not about outward appearances but inward significance. A grandeur in the world, but not of the world, a grandeur that the world doesn't understand.
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living things don't last--it's all temporary. Death in life. That's why they're called natures mortes. Maybe you don't see it at first with all the beauty and bloom, the little speck of rot. But if you look closer--there it is.
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and the stainless-steel fridge was always well-stocked with Girl Food: hummus and olives, cake and champagne, lots of silly take-out vegetarian salads and half a dozen kinds of ice cream.
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Esas imagenes que te llegan al corazon y lo abren como una flor, imagenes que se abren a una belleza tan grande que puedes pasarte toda la vida buscando sin encontrarla.
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La belleza altera la textura de la realidad.
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Nos miramos durante un largo y extrano momento que nunca he olvidado, como dos animales que se encuentran al atardecer, y de sus ojos parecio brotar una clara chispa de simpatia; vi la criatura que era en realidad y creo que el tambien me vio. Por un instante estuvimos conectados como dos motores del mismo circuito.
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Preocupacion! Que perdida de tiempo. Todos los libros sagrados tenian razon. Era evidente que la <> era indicio de persona primitiva y poco desarrollada espiritualmente. ?Como era el verso de Yeats sobre los aturdidos sabios chinos? Todas las cosas se derrumban y se construyen de nuevo. Vetustos ojos centelleantes. Eso era la sabiduria. La humanidad se habia indignado, habia llorado y destruido durante siglos, quejandose de su..
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afterlife, the space between earth and not-earth, world and not-world, highly polished floors and glass-roof cathedral echoes and the whole anonymous
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It could have been a foxhole in the Somme being shelled by the Germans and all that mattered was her next to me in the dark, her arm beside mine.
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Eso era el cuerpo: falible, sujeto a achaques. Enfermedad, dolor. ?Por que la gente se acaloraba tanto sobre ello?
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Cada acontecimiento nuevo --todo lo que hiciera en adelante-- no haria mas que separarnos; serian dias de los que ella ya no formaria parte, por lo que la distancia entre nosotros seria cada vez mayor. Cada dia de mi vida ella no haria sino alejarse aun mas.
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El mundo no acudira a mi, solia decir, yo tengo que salir a su encuentro.
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La belleza es terror. Temblamos ante todo lo que llamamos bello.
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La linea de la belleza no cambia por mucho que haya pasado cientos de veces por una fotocopiadora.
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