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Poetry Schnippet

and still, among it all, snatches of lovely oblivion, and
snatches of renewal
odd, wintry flowers upon the withered stem, yet new,
strange flowers
such as my life has not brought forth before, new
blossoms of me

D.H. Lawrence more »

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Winter Schnippet

“Solitude is independence. It had been my wish and with the years I had attained it. It was cold. Oh, cold enough! But it was also still, wonderfully still and vast like the cold stillness of space in which the stars revolve.”

Hermann Hesse more »

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Another Huysmans Schnippet

“Now it was all over… the jovial bourgeois lorded it over the country, putting his trust in the power of money and the contagiousness of his stupidity. The result of his rise to power had been the suppression of all intelligence, the negation of all honesty, the destruction of all art…” more »

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A J. K. Huysmans Schnippet

“Well, it is all over now. Like a tide-race, the waves of human mediocrity are rising to the heavens and will engulf this refuge…” more »

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Another Calvino Schnippet

“Do people only hear and understand only what they know and have experienced? Does the story, once told, belong to the storyteller or the listener?” more »

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Italo Calvino Schnippet

““I speak and speak,” Marco says, “but the listener retains only the words he is expecting.” more »

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Memory Schnippet

“Memory is indeed the play’s business. It is the trap in which Prospero’s enemies are caught, by which they stand accused and which they must discharge by making reparation. The one thing they cannot escape is their past.” more »

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